Damon X Reader: a bloody beginning

Reality Check (yes, this is an update)

(Trigger warning!! Mentions of suicide and abuse!!) 

I woke up gasping for oxygen. Stupid fucking nightmare. I've been having the same rancid dream for weeks without end. I found my dad standing in the corner, beer in hand and sneer on face. God, I hate waking up to that face everyday. I don't get why I keep having that dream, I mean the only thing that I have in common with the dream is my name. And I know where Mystic Falls is. But that's it. My dad was never in a car crash, heck my mother isn't even alive. She killed her self on my 13th birthday. That year, I got a bicycle with a birthday card/ suicide note. That day she jumped of the roof of my three story middle school. For about a week, my dad would drink, but he was never abusive until after three weeks after the funeral. Ever since then, he would slap and beat me. Now I'm 15 years old and sick of my abusive father. I have scars from where he would cut me with his broken beer bottles. They remain hidden under my clothes and hair. My dad was careful where he cut me. But I have had enough. I'm done with the torture, the pain, and the pure, putrid hate. That does it, I'm leaving.

(Hey guys, sorry for the super short chapter, I didn't want to give too much away. I hope you enjoyed this chapter, and if I think of something else to put in this chapter, I will. Thanks for reading and I look foreword to writing my next chapter.
~buggy🦋)