Prologue
“Come out, Come out (y/n)!” a male voice yelled. You kept running, trying to get away from that man, that voice. You tried to think about what all had happened in the last two hours.
-Flashback-
You had come home from school to a quiet home. Your quiet home, to be exact. It was normally really loud, or at least lively, but today it was deathly silent. “Is anybody home?” you yelled as you started to head to your room upstairs. “I’m upstairs sweetheart!” your dad called out.
As you dropped your stuff off in your room, you sighed looking around. Still completely white, yet holding so many memories. You sat there, remembering the incident...how a stranger came into your home, kidnapped you in the middle of the night, and threatened to kill you while trying to rape you. However, you were saved by a tall man who had no face and wore a business suit, and a young brunette by who twitched a little who was with him. You had felt comforted in their presence, and when you finally got back home you told your parents all about how they had saved you. Unfortunately, they thought you had gone insane because of the incident, and sent you to doctors and specialists, who remade your room into what it was now, constantly made house visits to check on you, and enrolled you into a school for “special people” like you. You knew what the school was really for; it was to house all the people who they thought were insane or too stupid to live normal lives. During your first day at this school, another kid kept making fun of you, and after you had had enough, you found a weapon, and beat him to the point of near death. After that, you were put into a private class, and had to be carefully monitored, and taken to and from school in a bus with bars on the windows. You were punched by some of the teachers and nurses many times, ridiculed, and told you were an animal….not even human, just a thing. You were even tied to chairs and force fed your lunch during lunch times. Eventually the treatment got better, and you began to get used to it, not minding it much, because it got you out of your house, which was much worse, with your parents treating you like you were 3 and doubting you at every turn, thinking you were having an “episode” again when things went wrong.
You were suddenly pulled out of your thoughts by your father calling for you. “Hey (y/f/n) could you come in here for a minute? I need to talk to you about something.” “Sure, dad, I’ll be right there,” you said as you walked to your parents room, “Dad, you wouldn’t believe how boring…” You stopped as you took in the sight before you in your parents room. Your mother’s head on the floor, bloody and separate from her body, her face frozen in horror, with your father standing next to her, covered in blood and holding a sharp kitchen knife. “Your turn, (y/n),” he cried as he started to chase you.
-Current Time-
As you kept running from your father, you tried to think of why he would do this. “What the hell made him snap?”, you wondered as you went further into the forest. In your haste, you failed to see the tree root sticking out of the ground ahead of you. As you tripped over it, your father screeched, “Gotcha now!”
This is it...I’m doomed, you thought as you looked up to see your father’s face, twisted evilly. Then, you started to hear ringing in your ears. You had heard the ringing, but it had always been oddly comforting to you, kind of like a lullaby. Your father suddenly dropped the knife, grabbed his head, and started to scream, “NO, NOT AGAIN! IT HURTS!!! MAKE IT STOP!!!” You stared at him thinking, “Does this mean he hears the ringing too, and why would it hurt?”
A new voice cut through the crisp forest air, yelling, “Leave (y/n) alone!!!!” A hatchet abruptly flew over your head , burying itself in your father’s chest. Stunned, you made no movements, even as two figures walked toward you, standing in front of you as they looked down towards you. One was a tall pale man wearing a suit, with no face, and the other a tall brunette boy in a striped-sleeve hoodie, goggles, and a face mask. The boy looked to be about your age. “S-sorry about t-t-that (y/n)...I d-didn’t mean to sc-scare you,” he said as he twitched. Both people seemed familiar to you, but as you tried to place where you knew them from, you blacked out from shock.
