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REQUEST! Oswald x Depressed! Reader

(Y'all are teenagers in this one.)

Beep...beep...beep...beep...

Y/N groans as she sits on the bed. "Another day of torture...woohoo..." She mutters, unamused as another day rolls by in her miserable life.

"Maybe today's that day I'll finally end this joke of a life... Or possibly even... No... No one can wake up and face the truth... Everyone's too dumb... Oh how I wish that they'll just treat me like any normal human being.. Heh.. Who am I kidding... That'll only be a dream that'll never come true.."

She shakes her head as she stands up. She looks around and... Something seems....off.

She wasn't greeted by the usual sound of yelling and she woke up on her own. "That's...strange...also..." She realizes something else. "Why am I not in the attic?" She mutters as she finds herself in her old bedroom.

She tries to shrug it off and head for the bathroom. Then she realizes, once again. She rushes there and checks the drawer. It didn't have her knife. She checks her wrists. It was clean and had no wounds.

She was getting worried. Sure she preferred to live a normal life but it just happening without warning is a bit suspicious.

"Where am I... Am I asleep!? Wha- who? Where?!" She struggles to find words. "WHAT IS THIS!?"

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Everything went black.

She jolts up in her bed. Drenched in sweat and heavy breathing. She looks at her wrists and find the wounds. Some fresh, some old. She sighs, surprisingly happy, and she looks around.

Yup...this is it alright...

Her bedroom was now in the attic. With an almost broken bed, hardly any furniture, and no windows. And yet, she was content. Her old and used to be bedroom was now being occupied by her stepsisters.

Thot- I mean Dot and Slut- I MEAN SLURPIE.

Yup. Weird names but hey, Y/N's weird too. Nah she was the only one in the house with an at least normal name. Y/N's the most normal name her adopted family's ever gonna get. Yes. Adopted. Sadly and unfortunately, her family dies in a fire years ago. In which it resulted of her being adopted at such a young age. They took over a house that Y/N's real family was building and this is where she is now. In the attic.

She always gets bullied. Especially by Dot and Slurpie.

She tries her best to survive everyday. She does, but usually very hurt and damaged.

She stared at the wall for a few moments. A dirty, creaky, dust covered wall. She sighs as she gets on her feet and goes to her bathroom. At least they're nice enough to give her, her own bathroom.

As she finished freshening up, she stared at her self in the mirror. Eye bags... A bandaid on her cheek... She sighs as she touches her cheek. Which ends up in her finding her burn on her right hand. She shakes it off and plasters a -fake- jolly smile on her face.

As she finishes changing, she makes her way downstairs. As she catches a glimpse of her step family, she cringes. She despises these people. She would kill to have a different family that's not like them.

She grumbles as she gets greeted by daily insults.

"Oh look," Dot laughs "its the hag!". Slurpie laughs with her. "I know right! She's looking as hideous as ever!"