Little Flame (Reader x Writer's OC)

Chapter 1: Just A Day Like Any Other

No one ever knows what goes on behind closed doors, windows and curtains. On the outside, it looks like a house like any other. Peaceful. Serene maybe would be a better word. But of course, with stories that contain violence, the book is always judged with looks. The early morning alarm rings and is heard throughout the entire bedroom of none other than (y/a) year old (y/n). The loud, endless beeping of the digital alarm clock instantly waking her up. (Y/n) sat up pressing the button sitting on top of the noisy nuisance that wakes her up and in under a second, silence filled the room. Not for long, though.

"(Y/N)! GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE RIGHT NOW!" The sound of a woman can be heard coming from downstairs. (Y/n)'s Mother was calling her down to make breakfast. Her parents were alcoholics and drug addicts. Spending almost all their money on cigarettes, alcohol–the strong kind– and other drugs like weed and cocaine. It mainly pissed her off because of their abusive acts. Having to provide for herself without any support from them.
"(Y/N)!! HURRY UP AND GET DOWN HERE!! YOUR FATHER AND I ARE HUNGRY!!" (Y/n) heard that call again. (Y/n) quickly got out of bed and got dressed before coming downstairs to the kitchen. Her parents were sitting at the table and stared before downing their glasses of whiskey. Without a word, (y/n) got started on breakfast then set it down on the table before going back to her room and grabbing her books for school, going downstairs again to the front door after slipping on some shoes and brushing her (h/l) (h/c) hair. Before she was even able to open the door and flee to school, the collar of her shirt and got yanked to the floor.

"Hold on there you piece of shit, you're not going anywhere just yet." (Y/n) turns around seeing her father towering over her with that drunken grin. Soon throbbing pain had washed over (y/n)'s body and was immediately found lying on the floor, struggling to get up due to the wait of the father throwing feet and fists at the defensless and injured figure on the ground that is (y/n). It lasted about 10 long minutes and soon enough, (y/n)'s nearly lifeless body struggled to get up, covered with black and blue. Her nose had a small stream of red going down. Wiping the blood off her face, (y/n) slowly limps out the door and off to school, knowing that she have to make up yet another excuse why she ended up being late, but first will need to patch up.

Once (y/n) had gotten to the park–which is where she stops at to patch up since it's only halfway to school–and sat down at one of the park benches. She tended to a few of her wounds and leans her back on the bench with a sigh.
"Maybe I should skip school today..." she mutters quietly.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you." (Y/n) jolts and looks around until her eyes met with a pair of black eyes that didn't even have any irises or pupils. He wore a green beanie and seemed to lack much warm attire for his upper body, especially since the winter season was coming in quick.
"U-uh...do I know you?" (Y/n) asked the random stranger who seemed to just stare coldly at her, as if there wasn't a hint of emotion in him.
"I don't think so. And don't think I care." He spat at her before turning and walked away disappearing behind a tree. Strange. Who was that? He didn't look like he was from around here.

*some time later*
(Y/n) finally decided to get up and proceeded to walk to school, knowing how late she is at this point. She let out a sigh of anxiety and sorrow knowing she'll end up in detention again.

(Y/n) entered the classroom and all eyes were on her, which she didn't really care about anymore.
"Where have you been, (y/n)?" The teacher, Ms. Hawshock asks as she gave a stare toward (y/n). (Y/n) just looked at the teacher and shrugged a little, not having a lot of strength left to make up yet another excuse for the day as she walks to her seat in the back. That's when she noticed the same boy she met at the park earlier. Except his hook was off and it just sat in front of his desk over his workbook. (Y/n) doesn't question and just sat in her seat before Ms. Hawshock spoke again.
"Consider yourself in after school detentions for the rest of the week." The teacher says pointing at her while giving a death glare. Almost every student in the classroom began to mumble cruel things about (y/n) as well as letting out a few snickers every now and then as they look at her. She paid no mind and just stared out the window paying zero attention to the lesson being taught at the front.