They say magic is something of a fairy tale. However....that is only for those without faith.
A boy by the name of Y/n Schnee....a boy unfairly and mercilessly abused, ridiculed, judged, and neglected by his own blood family...as dark as his life...
BOO! I scare you? No? Okay...well anyways here's a story i was working on. Don't worry Withered Rose is still going so cool it. Enjoy my new story. Also the reader has a English accent. Why you ask? Why not? Is my question to you.
Y/n POV:
Heya. I'm Y/n Schnee. How's it going? Welp I hope your doing better than me. Me....I'm currently laying down in the small, dark, dusty basement, AKA: Ma room. Beaten, battered and bleeding from my mouth and nose. Why you may ask? Well let me tellz ya mate. My DARLING sister Winta thought it would be a real knee slapper to break a vase in the hall and blame me for it. Then good old dad and mother dearest came ta beat the livin tar outta me. Oh and guess what else lads? My little sista and brotha Weiss and Whitely or lil shit as I call em. Sat watched as they did it, they just have this sick lil fetish for seein me in pain. Lil fuckers....
I know what ya'll probably thinkin. I musta done somethin to deserve it. If that's it then let me infrom ya that, that's a load a piss. I aint done nothin! I neva ave! These bloody twats ave been abusing and neglectin me for as long as i can rememba. I'm hardly even considered a family memba! The only time I'm allowed outta this dungeon is to either A: Do chores. B: Be a stress reviler. Or C: Make a bloody fool outta ma-self for they're amusement! Aghh....This aint no joke I tell ya. This is REAL.
It's.....actually kinda funny really. Here I am...a blood family memba...i look no different then them...but just because I can't do that glyph shit I'm sum kinda freak. Seriously what kinda bull shit is that mate? Well whateva, it don't matta to me, I'm not putting up with this shit no more. I'm not okay with it nor am I gonna live it. I'm just waiting for the right moment...buying my time...for......that golden opportunity. I already got some supplies ready for me to make it on ma own for a bit....i keep it hidden in this basement. Took a while to gatha up but..It'll be worth it...i hope.
*Bang!*
Just then...i heard ma door slam open...and guess who comes in eh? Winta, Weiss and the lil shit. Sigh....Welp. I can tell I'm gonna ave some fun...not.
Winter:"Y/n! I need a training dummy again. Stand up and get ready." She says takin out er practice sword.
Y/n: "Are you effing kiddin me? Loo-
*Slap!* *Kick!*
I didn't even get a chance ta finish, she just came up and lamped me one then gave me a good kick in the gut. I bent ova in pain...
Winter: "Talk back to me again and I'll be worse next time!"
Weiss: "Yeah! And I'll tell mummy and daddy and they'll beat you up!"
Whitely: "Stupid loser. We should make him dance for us again."
Y/n: "Arghh.....( Lil buggers....)" I say as i regain my composer...cursin unda ma breath.
They all smile like the very monstas ya folks tell ya stories about as Winta readied up to use me as a training dummy...god....im so sick of this....im so tired of being helpless...of being a fuckin victim...it pisses me off like nothin else....
I could feel my body heat up and Winta got closa....my heart started racin....but then...she stopped...lookin at me funny...so did Weiss and Whitely.....
Winter: "W-what...is that?" She said as she pointed to my right hand....
Y/n: "What are ya babblin abo-eh?" I then caught a glimpse of my hand...and...I kid ya not...it was friggin glowing yellow!
