Regular Yet Irregular

A/N: This is not based on anything first off. Second, I'd assume that most of my very small audience wouldn't like to read this for whiny protagonist or something like that. So warning to those people. Maybe. This is mostly me feeling bad and unproductive while people update like a storm. I'm the inverse that updates better with school around since I see collab partner :3.

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Continue talking like that and I'll kill you with a knife!

Shut up! Get out!

Good for nothing child, I wish I never had you!

Those words are so familiar, so common that they become nothing but words. Who'd you think would say something so 'terrible'? Parents with high standards scorning their failure of a child, or perhaps parents who love alcohol more than their own kin, denying their small existence? Parents and their child, held more commonly by falling blood than by love bonds; this existence no exception with its bloodied thin ties.

This story is different, or perhaps it's the same. Just a person born in a terrible position, a terrible yet 'wonderful' time, and given to the wrong parents. Born into a disfunctional family running on false love, threats, and more. Those words aren't the only things I hear. Refusal is 'forbidden'. Submission is the only path.

Eat it or I'll rip apart this family!

You're lucky we even eat this! There's poor little kids that starve for days!

"If things don't go MY way, then everyone's automatically wrong and I'm right. I'm the KING". That is the perfect description of my dad. He goes as far as to threaten ripping apart this nearly ruined family over a specific food. He looks at my refusal like I'm a naive stupid kid who knows NOTHING about the world. I might be dumb, or innocent, but I certainly know that not everyone's life is fortunate and that familes are supposed to provide love, not stupid threats forever and ever. I know that there's people out there that are suffering more than me, and I really don't have a right to be griping about little things like this. I know. Does it matter that I know? Maybe, but I don't care.

I'm tired of this. Tired of dealing with slaps that deafen the ears, tired of the shrill voices penetrating the empty rooms, demanding submission with violences, tired of these fictional threats, tired of everything this family brings. Ever since that event happened, everything went downhill and my life turned into something simply too tiring to endure. Where was the end? Where was it? It's not here, not there, not anywhere. So you know what? I'm not waiting like a innocent five year old for a utopia to come flying to me with angel escorts. Those loyal ties I've held so dear, my entire childhood, I'll cut them too.

I'll end this all with my own tiny insignificant hands.

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A/N: Sorry, more edits here. Since I had to remove certain words, the entire story ended up being a huge pile of elephant poop with extra huge flies buzzing around it. Thanks to a good friend's critiques on it, I decided to clean up the poop. I can't change the rating, but Parental Guidance is not really suggested OTL. Sorry.