Corrupted Heart - Steven Universe x Reader

Chapter 1

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"Ok, I think everything is packed", mum proclaimed, shoving the last suitcase into the car boot with a great amount of force. She glanced back at the house door, idling for her daughter to mosey her way through it. "(Y/N)! Hurry up, we need to catch up with the Moving Van".

I let out an irritated huff, leaning on the door frame with my bulky backpack strap firmly gripped in my hand. My mum and I are actually moving. Something I really didn't expect to happen. It all happened so suddenly too. One day everything was normal. I was going to school, hanging out with my friends, like any ordinary teen would do. A week later, my room is completely bare as all my belongings were now in boxes. I attempted everything to persuade mum to stay. I even suggested getting an after school job to help her with rent. But she wasn't in a proper state to get a more productive job and she didn't want me struggling to balance my school work and my occupational work.

I slipped my arms through the backpack straps, securely carrying it. I stepped outside, shutting the door firmly behind me, taking one last glance at the house. My mother gave me an eye roll at my melodramatic behaviour. "Come on, stop moping and get in the car", she instructed me, opening the door and entering the vehicle.

As I began to buckle my seatbelt, my mum started to activate the GPS and typing in our new location. My mum could see from the rearview mirror that I was still bestowing the same problematic pout I was five minutes ago. "Trust me, you're going to love Beach City! It's the perfect place for us!", my mum promptly consoled me from the front seat. "When you were little, you loved everything to do with the ocean. Now that we're so close to it, you can spend all day in the water".

I frowned out the window in exasperation. That's how mum always saw me. As a little kid that never grows up. I just turned fifteen and she treats me like I'm five. "Mum, I don't have as much time as I did when I was little", I muttered to her, with my heated breath fogging up the window I was facing.

My mum sighed, gripping on the car keys, turning them and starting the car.

My vision was pretty blurry when I woke up. But I was able to see a couple of bright, luminous streetlights. At the front of my mum's grip on the steering wheel grew tighter and tighter every second we were on the road. I could see her entire body trembling from my perspective. I wanted to comfort her, but my body was too drowsy to cooperate with my brain. We suddenly came to a red light. Mum started babbling something. I didn't exactly know what. She leisurely turned her head to face me. Something wasn't right. In her bright blue eye, there was a man. A man reflected in her dark, dusky orbs. He stood there, glancing at me. Gawking into my soul. I couldn't move. My heart stopped. I felt like I was suffocating on my own pant. What is happening?

I was woken up by someone continuously poking my shoulder. The sunlight reflected through the glass window, shinning directly on my groggy eyelids. My mum stood over me, somewhat blocking the light from my face. "You dozed off the entire ride", she chuckled, gripping on my hand and hauling me up. I observed the view of the city from inside the car. I had to say, it was pretty isolated. Barely anyone was on the streets and it was the middle of the day. I hopped out the car as my mum began to remove our luggage from the boot. "I think we should be ok to leave the car here", mum spoke, leaving me my suitcase to take with me. I clutched onto the handle and pulled my suitcase across the parking lot.

Walking through the city wasn't too bad. Despite the solitude, Beach City was a tranquillize place. The very small amount of people who happened to be out and about were relatively friendly. Giving me a warm smile or a friendly wave.

After some time wandering across the shore, we found an average-sized house, sitting perfectly next to the peak leading to a Lighthouse. It was near town and had a pretty good view of the ocean and sandy coast. Mum knelt down to a petite stone next to our new mailbox. She flipped it over, exposing a small, golden key.