Neglected, Abused, and Paradoxical Male Reader x RWBY

Chapter 1

Y/N: Can we get ice cream? I finished my dinner!

Mom: I don't know... D/N(dad's name), what do you think?

Dad: Hmmm, S/N(sister's name), did you finish your dinner?

Your dad says while poking your 6-year-old sister in the belly, turning her into a giggling fit.

Sister: Yessss.

Dad: Then I say we go get some ice cream, after all, Y/N's 10th birthday is tomorrow.

Y/N: YAY!!

You yell out, your sister just as excited as you are.

Timeskip to after getting ice cream

S/N: That was so good!

Your sister says as you leave the ice cream place, unaware of the two car lights fast approaching.

D/N: Man, I am so full. Howsabout we go home and time travel to breakfast!?

Your dad says, patting his belly.

S/N: How do we do that?

D/N: Sleep!

His answer makes all of you laugh. Still unaware of the cause of your future miserable life. He picks up your sister and places her on his shoulders, making your mother smile. She grabs your hand, and you walk to the car.

That's when it happens. A truck comes in from the side, hitting your father in the side, snapping his back and neck, killing him instantly. That sends your 6-year-old sister flying into the windshield, the shattered glass cutting her skin and into her eye, straight to the brain, killing her as well. 2 down, 1 to go on Y/N's family.

The truck driver crashes into a thick tree on the side of the road. Further ensuring your dad is dead. The man that drove the vehicle climbs out with a gun, and a crazed look in his eyes. He sees your mother and you.

Your mom shoves you behind her, into a dumpster, where some trash bags fall on top of you, concealing vision of you. But there is a small hole in the bags that let you see everything.

The gunman unloads every bullet in his 15 round pistol.  Your mother taking 3 of the bullets. But since you are directly behind her, the rest of them hit you, as if by the same luck that made your parents and sister die. You are hit in the arms, legs, gut, and other places. Though it doesn't kill you. A few bullets skin your face, leaving permanent scars. 

You start bleeding, lightly at first. The gunmen stands over your mother's body, smiling. He reaches down to touch her when a tall man comes out of nowhere and tackles him, knocking him away from your dead mother. Your blood starts seeping out of the bags, on the ground, spreading out.

The man who tackled the psycho knocks him out and stands up. He starts calling 911, still a little unsure on what to do, viewing the carnage of your broken father, shot mother, and little sister stabbed by the glass in the truck. 

The man is speaking to to the 911 operator when he sees the blood by the trash bags you're buried under. He looks quite confused, so he comes over and pushes the bag over your head that lets you see away from you, revealing your bleeding mess of a face. The man looks absolutely... well, there's no word for it. He puts the operator on speaker and yells to get an ambulance.

A crowd starts to form as fast as the dots on your vision are forming from blood loss. The man shoves the other trash bags away. Exposing the absolute horror of wounds and Swiss cheese-looking body, the holes possibly infected with bacteria from the trash and grime. You feel really dizzy. The man picks you up and lays you down away from all the damage, the crowd looks horrified that one man could kill almost an entire family, and leave a boy broken, physically and emotionally.

You start to pass out when the man slaps your face to keep you awake, though he's careful enough not to slap your bullet marks. That somehow makes you wake up completely, adrenaline numbing your whole body.

Y/N: Wha-Wha...what's going on...wh-who are you....why is...happening...

You say, your words slurring on your numb tongue. 

???: Hey, hey, stay with me, little buddy. It's okay, you're going to be okay.

The man says, his shaky voice betraying nothing is okay. The police and ambulance arrive. But the horrors don't end. The murderer wakes up. He sits up and pulls a knife out of his pocket. No one can see him but you, as the crowd is too distracted with you, still bleeding.

Y/N:T-t-t-the...ma-ma-man..

You struggle to say, unable to warn your savior. The deranged man stands up and charges him, but by some miracle, the man trips when he is about to stab him. The miracle turns out to also be a curse because he drops the knife...in you. He stabs you directly in the bullet hole in your gut.

The man quickly punches the maniac over and over until the police can hold him back enough to taser the 'suspect'. Who would later be sentenced to life in jail on account of murder. But that isn't important right now. The ambulance backs up near you, and the EMT's load you onto a stretcher, and you pass out.

Thanks for reading my chapter. I'll post again soon. See you next chapter.