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"She's just a little girl!!"
Yelling could be heard from outside the room of a little girl named (y/n), she was sitting on the floor at the edge of the bed, her knees brought up to her chest, she was wearing a beautiful white nightgown that contain a beautiful light purple and blue flower pattern at the bottom. She had her hands to her ears, her eyes closed, as she heard the yelling of her two parents.
(Y/n) was only 9 years old. Her parents never used to fight like this- things where never...this bad.
But life can take a toll and change on you with out you even knowing.
'Why won't they stop fighting...why is mommy and daddy yelling at each other....'
The little girl sat in thought as the fighting continued.
(Y/n) father used to work at a business, he was payed really well, and was a very happy guy, but after loosing his job and obtaining a drinking problem- he soon became a very scary man who seemed to hate the world. Even his own family. While (y/n) mother was working she wasn't getting paid enough to live a free life- just got bills and food and even still that was hard at times for her.
(Y/n) always went to sleep scared and alone when her parents fault she was to scared to tell them to stop- and- for a 9 year old girl she was always just so..confused.
Years passed. And she way about 12 years old-
Being used to her parents fighting or her father being drunk that there was beer bottles everywhere her mom always working late hours. And she did her best to help with keeping the house clean. While growing up and going to school she learned that they way her family is the way she is living- isn't supposed to be natural- in fact she would always see her friends from school having a fun time and talk about there family's- when it comes to her time to talk she doesn't know what to say
'Why does everyone seem to be- so..happy? Am I not happy? Is my life?- bad?'
For a little girl who lived like this nearly her entire life it was- normal- but was her 'normal' not so- normal??
The thought of her life being different her life being so- not normal-
She was confused going home to the same old thing- mess. Fighting. Yelling. Crying. Hidings. Silence.
Even so (y/n) mother did her best to keep (y/n) away from all the bad- she was her mother- and even so (y/n) didn't hate her family- she loved them..was that so bad? Or hard to believe?.
A another year or so passed. She was now 14 years old- she's found things to make her happy keep her smiling and have her enjoy her days even if her father hasn't been the best and her mother has been trying so hard.
She's learned to smile at school and make up the best of lies to be just like everyone else- she was smart, brave- happy- go lucky- but also kept to herself- didn't get mad- wasn't ever so sad- she was just- her 'normal'.
But on a Friday night. While her mom was working a late shift, and she was in her room doing her own thing, her father walks in being extremely drunk and fueled of anger.
"(Y/n). Where is your mother." He said with much anger
"Eh? Mom? She's at work, she has a late shift today" she said while on her phone.
It stayed silent for that moment now as she was just on her phone and writing in her journal.
"Don't ever. Talk to me like that again do you understand." Her Father said with anger in his voice
"Huh?-" (y/n) looked up from her things to her father confused
"I did talk to you lik-"
CRASH
The sound of glass breaking in her room could be heard as her father threw his glass bottom on the wall it still having beer in it, leaving the scent of beer to roam in her room.
She hated that scent, the smell of beer, smelling like the air would rot away.
Her father wouldn't take anything as anything and found it as her arguing and talking back to him. After so long, his anger only rose as he walked over to his daughter. Stood there and...
SLAP
"You know better to talk to me like that. If you don't start behaving I'll have to treat you just like your mother."
He said and walked out slamming the door.
(Y/n) holding her face with her hand with her eyes widen and tears in her eyes. Yea she has been hurt..she has been scared but rarely has she ever been hit by her father- she sat there- with the smell of beer- she now felt like she- was rotting-
Her own space of breath.
Years later and it's present time.
"Start of highschool. First year- new school building, new uniforms- it's a new chance once more"
She said while slipping on her school uniform getting ready for the first and new day, as she looked into a mirror brushing her (h/l) as her (e/c) shimmered in her mirror reflection as she gave a sweet but yet sour smile to herself
"New day- new year let's do this (l/n)
Note:
(H/l): hair length
(E/c): eye color
(L/n): last name
A/n: HIYA EVERYONE IVE DECIDED TO REDO MY STORY AND MAKE IT ALOT BETTER TWT SO THANK YOU TO EVERYONE WHO HAS BEEN HERE FOR THE OLD VERSION-
And time to take on the new version of this story :D
Scars and hope - Yato x Reader
-Rae Bliss
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Scars and hopes Yato x Reader
Fanfic(y/n) (l/n), she was a young girl going to highschool she was pretty, fit, had nice fair skin had many friends but...is that smile on her face real? (Y/n) a happy girl with a sad life her parents are always fighting when her was drunk he had touche...
