My Monster Family (Eyeless Jack x Reader)

Intro

HEY WAIT UP

Okay so I originally wrote this story on Quotev a long time ago which is why I have author's notes all over it saying when the next chapter should be published etc, don't mind them. Also, since I wrote this when I was 13 or something, I went by the name Lala and now on Quotev I use Litheus. So if you see any of the three names (with Emanuel on here), it's me. Anyways, enjoy!

(I am in the process of editing this story because I re-read it and honestly, it starts so bad T_T So please bare with me. Thanks!)

your point of view

(F/N) (L/N). I hate her, her life. Stuck in a suffocating world with a broken house for a home. School isn't any better, the other kids talking shit about her at best. People repeated so many bad things to her on so many different occasions that eventually, she began to actually believe them. After all, that is all she was, right?

I looked at the reflection in the bathroom mirror, trying to ignore the constant banging on the blissfully locked door. My (H/L) (H/C) hair was a mess that I had long since given up on trying to fix and my (E/C) orbs were dull, bloodshot from lack of sleep.

The banging on the door grew louder as "Mother" started screaming at me. Thank goodness she isn't actually my biological mother, I wouldn't want to be linked to someone like that through anything else than formal papers. They say I was found unconscious in a side alley when I was younger and took me to an orphanage. When I awoke, the only thing I could remember was my name and age, four. I was 'Adopted' soon enough and came to this hell hole my 'parents' call a house.

Well, I'd be lying if I said I didn't enjoy it at first. It didn't start out too bad, I had some friends from across the road and I was well cared for, almost happy. And then, "Father" started drinking. Things went spiraling downwards after that, objects being thrown at the wall and smashed by the drunk fury of a man. Soon enough, those objects changed to me and I became his favorite punching bag. "Mother" fell into depression and coated her heart in ice to protect herself, quickly being diagnosed with various other mental illnesses.

She turned cruel, using me as a slave rather than a daughter. I quickly learned to protect myself too.

Every day when I came home from the torture of school and social interaction, I'd have to prepare for the use of my reflexes, dodging the various objects thrown at me from the kitchen or living room. When she was in the living room, the hits from "Mother" wouldn't be so bad, usually being a lamp or book and so on. But when she was in the kitchen, the wounds took longer to heal. Plates shattered on my skin, cutting and bruising me. Knives were even worst.

But luckily, as I said, I learned to protect myself as best I could.
Dodging wasn't too bad, the worst thing I'd get being little cuts from the shards. Blocking, however, was harsher on my wrists.

After the flying objects came the flying curses. Those stung worst than the knives.
"Mother" ran her filthy mouth at me, screaming and occasionally tearing at my hair, until she tired herself out and had enough. She'd then leave me to do role play of Cinderella and the Step Mother.

"Top to bottom, you know what to do." she'd spit at me before going to enjoy her tea. (Gosh, so British XD Oh yeah you're gonna have to get used to me popping up like that from now and then).

I'd do as she says, knowing there was nothing else to do, and cleaned the poor excuse for a house.

It was obvious when "Father" came home, the door slamming and his slurred yells echoing throughout the place. He'd bellow for me, itching for something to beat up. Once again, I had no choice but to go to him. It was hard to sleep at night with the bruises.

As I've said, school wasn't much to envy either. Why don't you join me for this one?

Hi :) so yeah, I'm editing the first few chapters because OH MY GOD THEY'RE SO BAD!!! I wrote them a year ago and I genuinely feel like I was writing like a toddler back then DX therefore, don't be surprised if you see a contrast between one chapter and the next one, it just means I haven't gotten round to editing that one yet! Hope to see you in the next chapter, byeeee~~~Emanuel
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