Can You Survive?[BL]

Never Again

(Avery's pov)

That night I dreamed of the boy again.
The dream was a bit different.
The boy got a black cat!
It was shoooo kyuuuuuuuuute!!!

Their interactions were so adorable.

Next day, when I woke up before sunrise, my mind refreshed and pretty much made up.

I dressed up, picked up my blanket, and went to the police station.

It was pretty obvious that I had been abandoned by the Heather's. Their security, especially after Lucy's birth was too tight for someone to kidnap me and considering my state, it was pretty obvious that I had been drugged over a long period of time. They obviously had a hand in it. Maybe even four?

All that was left to be figured out was why?

Why was I abandoned?

And I wasn't gonna find that out by staying in a park in a box. PLUS it was freezing.

So I decided the best course of action was to go to the police and probably another orphanage. Not my old one though. They may recognize me there. Better to let the Heather's think I'm dead. I think they still do.

So I went to the police station, wrapped myself in a blanket and fell asleep on their door.

They obviously found a child just on their doorstep no matter how incapable they are in general.

After a general pity party and a few tears, I was taken to an orphanage of my choice.

That was when I decided to delve into the realm of phycology. I wasn't gonna stay that adorable forever. Or so I thought but (un)fortunately people still call me adorable.

Anyways, why to I get sidetracked so easily, ugh. After they took me to the orphanage, I stayed there till I was 12 and ran away to strike out on my own. My stay was quite smooth despite the few bullying incidents. And it got me used to covering my pink  eye permenantly.

Oh oh oh! I even had dreams of the boy and his cat many times!

He named her tracker!
What a perfect name ❤️!

The cat came from God knows where but he hugged it to sleep everyday. It looked so warm!✨

I wanna too.

I seem to have gotten obsessed with cats in real life as well😅.

Besides that,

In my few years in the orphanage I managed to learn enough phycology and hacking to get by. After all, I needed a lot if the latter and a fair share of the former to find out why exactly I was abandoned.

The reason seemed laughable at first.

Apparently, after Lucy and Mrs. Heather had their accident, they consulted a Shaman, More like Sham man, and due to my pink eye I was declared bad luck.

It was laughable because I didn't find the rest yet. This one was accidentally stumbled upon due to an add promoting the sham man.

Note to the website makers Pink eyes are not common even if you think it's enough to disguise The Heather's as the Hether's. Like come on. You just removed an a.

Anyways, the laughter disappeared when I managed to hack into their CCTV cameras. Of course I didn't believe they would let go of a genius like me for superstitious hoshbobblecandyjumps.

A single accident isn't enough proof.

And I helped their business alot.

A single accident isn't enough proof, but  a bunch of them are.

Remember those people who came to my room every two weeks. They were paid to do it.

And none of them survived.

Apparently, any one who looked at me eye to eye got bad luck and the more time they spent with me the worse it was.

Maybe if I kept my eye covered they'd take me back.

Maybe if I never met them...

Maybe I never went near Lucy....

Maybe if I just stayed in my room...

Maybe...

Maybe...

Who am I kidding, they would rather abandon an orphan than risk their biological daughter get hurt.

I was supposed to be a lucky star.

There's no chance of me going back.

No chance to go back to the closest I ever got to having a family.

I shouldn't have depended on them.

After all anyone but yourself can betray you.

I forgot my own philosophy.

I gave more importance to people who didn't give that much to me.

That night I cried to sleep for the first time.

In my dreams, the silver haired boy's cat disappeared.

He had no idea where it was, but he was sure it was taken by those people.

But he hoped it had just run away. Away from him but safe.

That when the last straw broke. He saw tracker again.

With 'them'.

But. It was no longer breathing.
No longer warm.
No longer meowing at him.

I got to see a fragile side of him for the first time. But, he couldn't do anything. I could almost hear his thoughts. He wanted to ruin them. To hurt them. But he couldn't. It was his fault. He couldn't protect it. It was his fault. Self blame overtook him.

He punched the wall of his room. And again. And again. And again and again and again and again and again and again.

Till he collapsed, his hands bloody. He who didn't collapse from all the experiments and torture, collapsed cause they hurt his heart. Before collapsing, he promised.

If loving someone hurt so much.

He'd never give his heart again.

Never.

The last thing I saw was a smirking face, I couldn't heart it but his lips read ' You finally broke' before the boy collapsed from exhaustion and I woke up.

I thought knew how to take revenge for abandoning me.

But somehow the dream dissuaded me.

' Don't let it out'

Came a voice from my deepest subconscious.

I wanted to ruin them.

To hurt them.

But I couldn't.

I couldn't protect the relationship.

It was my fault.

All mine.

So I decided to just let go.

I never thought I had given my heart to them.

And it broke me.

If loving someone hurt so much.

I promised I'd never give my heart again.

Never.

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