The Girl who Survived Hell (h2odelirious x reader) [completed]

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Hi everyone! This is my very first story ever on Wattpad. I really hope you all enjoy it! Please send me feedback on how I can improve, if you see anything I could fix, thank you for your help and support. so sorry for the short chapters!! they will be much much longer later!!
-Maggie <3

"Let's go, love." You've been dealing with this absolute and utter shit for years.

You were kidnapped as a young girl, and presumably been 'missing' for many years. No. You haven't been missing. You've been at 125 Oak Ave for 18 years. Is anyone actually looking for you anymore? You've given up all hope.

"Y/N LET'S GO!" Ray grabbed your arm, but you didn't move an inch. He slapped you, leaving a red hand print on your right cheek.

"You little bit-" His words were cut off by the sound of a siren. Was it the police? Were you saved? No. You weren't.

"The apocalypse has begun. Stay in your homes. Infected creatures are roaming the streets. May God be with you all." God? God isn't real. You gave up on the thought of God a long time ago.

"We need to go." Ray picked you up, and slung you over his shoulders like you were a duffle bag. He slammed you in his red, rusty, old and disgusting pick up truck. He started the engine, and began driving.

You've never seen this road before, even though it was a main road. To be fair, you haven't seen a lot of things in your life. You've been locked inside a house for 18 years, not even being let out once.

You looked down, and saw a pocket knife, the same pocket knife  Ray used to cut your arm when you 'misbehaved.' You hated the sight of that knife, it made you fell sick.

It was the apocalypse, laws were non existent anymore. You picked up the knife, making sure not to draw any attention to yourself. You looked at it, closely, even flipping it open. You couldn't help yourself, you began to laugh at the thought of killing Ray, making him feel unbearable pain.

"Y/N what the fuck are you laughing at?!"
Ray looked over at you and saw you playing with the blade. He tried to reach over and take it from you, but You plunged it into his right leg. He began to scream in pain, this was music to your ears. Hearing him scream was especially satisfying.

"Get over it bitch, that's nothing compared to what you've been doing to me for 18 fucking years." You opened the car door and rolled out onto the road. There was a forest not too far. You ran to it.

All the sudden you felt a terrible pain in your back. It was like a sting, and then a tightening feeling. You've felt this pain before, Ray had shot you.

  You didn't slow down, even if the pain hit so bad. Eventually you made it to the forest, and Ray was nowhere in site.

"Ha..haha..hahahahaha!" You began to laugh, reimagining plunging that knife into Ray's leg, and hearing him scream made you feel amazing.

You walked about a mile into the woods, you stopped when you found a camp. In that camp were some people, probably five or six. You pulled out your knife, and started silently creeping through the woods.

"Tyler, we all know your channel was the worst." A man said, laughing at his own joke.

"No way Marcel, I think you are talking about your channel." A taller man said to the other male, who just told the joke.

The tallest one, who was presumably Tyler, was distracted, you took this opportunity to run up to him, and pushed him down to his knees, and out the bloody knife to his throat. The whole camp began to stare at you.

The tall man turned around to meet your eyes, he must have recognized your face, because he looked to surprised to see you.

"Well, who would've thought, we just found the missing girl!" Tyler said with a laugh. You pulled the knife closer to his throat, and he stopped laughing.

"I'm not fucking missing anymore, I'm here, I'm alive, and I'm not fucking backing down."