Darkness. All you could see was darkness. It was like you were laying in an inky black abyss that would swallow you at any chance it got. But... it wasn't a threatening darkness, it was peaceful. It felt as though it was whispering to you, calling out your name. Or even begging for help. New voices began to flood into the darkness, corrupting your peace and disturbing your quiet slumber. One of the voices seems... familiar? As the voices grew louder and louder the darkness began to slowly fade into light. It was blinding and unsettling. I want to go back you thought as the light grew brighter and the voices grew louder. The faint sound of someone calling your name became clearer with ever passing moment. When the darkness was gone and the light finally reached your eyes, you remembered. You remembered the strange men in your house. You remembered your dads voice shouting, calling out your name. You remembered your mother's motionless body lying amongst a pool of blood.
"Looks like sleeping beauty has finally woken from her slumber!" The sound of a deep voice chuckling menacingly made your hairs stand on end and your face drain of all colour. Your vision was blurred but you could still make out the shaking figure of your mum kneeling in front of your dad who was sprawled across the floor in a bloodied heap. "W-what's happening? Why are you here?" You asked trying to sound as brave as you could. The biggest of the men crouched down to your level and gave you a sickening grin that made your stomach churn. "Did you ever wonder what it is that your beloved father actually did on his 'business' trips? I bet that you had no idea that during these so called meetings your dad was actually selling drugs on the black market!" Your eyes widened at the sudden realisation. Come to think of it, dad never did tell us what he did for a job. "Just leave us alone! We didn't do anything to you" you pleaded, tears threatening to spill from your eyes. "We're not leaving until that bastard pays us what he owes!" He retorted before threateningly walking up towards the weak body of your dad.
Your eyes widened in horror as the large man took out a huge silver blade and pressed it to the neck of your dad. "please don't..." you weakly muttered in a feeble attempt to stop the attackers. Your heart rate quickened as the blade was pressed further into your dads neck. Everything felt like it was being played in slow motion. The screams of your mum were just background noise compared to what was happening in front of your eyes. All sound had been blocked out as you focused on the scene that was playing out before you. Then... it happened. He did it. He cut the neck of your own father right in front of your face. Blood gushed from his wound and puddled around his struggling form. You watched helplessly as the life drained from his face and he choked on his own blood. Tears spilled down your face as the realisation hit you. He was gone. Just like that. And he wasn't coming back.
"YOU BASTARD! ILL KILL YOU" you shouted as tears fell from your face like a waterfall. "Oh yeah? But first, let's deal with your pathetic mum." He taunted before standing up and hitting you over the head with the handle of the knife. "That's for calling me a bastard." You raised your hand to your throbbing head and felt a warm liquid seep into your hand. Bringing your hand in front of your eyes you saw that your hand was stained bright red. Blood? A bloodcurdling shriek brought you back to your senses as you saw the petrifying sight of your mum being kicked by two other guys until she was nothing more than a bloodied pile of flesh. You couldn't even tell if she was still alive or not. She was motionless but still breathing. "Why-" you were swiftly cut off by the mans foot sharply colliding with your abdomen. The metallic taste of blood made its way into your mouth as you coughed and spluttered, desperate to catch your breath. "Search the house and take anything that looks valuable, we'll call the police and blame the girl for it." The leader said whilst smugly looking down on you, before dropping the bloodied knife in front of your beaten face.
As the weapon that was used to murder your dad and ruin your life came into your view something inside you broke. Your fear was immediately replaced by adrenaline. Do it. You picked up the knife and mustered up all the strength you had left. Do it. Stumbling towards the murderer who took your parents life's, you raised the knife high above your head before stabbing it deeply into his back. "Ack! What the h-" you swiftly cut him off by removing the knife and jamming it straight through his skull again. And again. And again. The other to men hastily scrambled down the stairs trying to reach their leader. But it was already too late. "Boss what's going o-" before they could even blink you plunged the knife deep into the first mans neck before tearing it out and slicing the other one in the stomach. The sound of their bodies falling limply to the ground was like music to your ears. An insane smile spread across your face at the sight of the corpses of the people that ruined your life sprawled out across the floor.
The smile soon disappeared from your face as the spud of sirens echoed through the early morning air. Blinding red and blue lights flashed through the windows of your house as the realisation of what you'd done hit you. Without hesitation, you ran out of the back door and into the same woods that claimed the life of your best friend. Tears streamed down your face as the chances of you having a normal life disappeared with the night sky.
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Old Friends (Ticci Toby x reader) DISCONTINUED
Fanfiction(Y/N) (L/N) has always been different. She's always been best friends with Toby Rogers, but it all changed after....the incident. When (Y/N) slowly starts to lose everything what will she become? What happens when she meets an old friend?
