~Your P.O.V~
You start walking to your so called 'home', occasionally glancing at the beautiful sights around you.
Your escape from the world...is well...the world. You love it outside, every single bit, you don't know why but you have a connection with earth, like roots to a tree. You love the way the the trees dance against the wind like they were ment to be. You loved the smell of the wet grass, as you lay you hand upon it.
You love the sensation as you run around, like your dancing with the wind, while your long purple hair is flowing against your back. {The cover is what you look like.}
You love it, every single thing about it, but sadly it has to come to an end, once you think about it everything does, but that is how the world works, and sadly you can't do anything about it.
"(Y/N)!" Your foster mother yells as you approach the house.
"Y-yes miss M-Martin?" You quietly ask while twitching
"WHY ON HEAVENS EARTH ARE YOU LATE?!" Miss Martin screams at you, with her face makes in anger.
"I-I'm sry" You say while standing on the porch. "I-I just got c-caught up in D-Doing my homew-work."
"DOES IT LOOK LIKE I CARE ABOUT YOUR STUPID HOMEWORK?! NO! YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO BE HERE AN HOUR AGO TO MAKE US DINNER YOU LITTLE BITCH!" Miss Martin say as she pulls you inside slamming the door shut.
Miss Martin takes out the whip from the coffee table, and says. "I can't believe I got stuck here with you,"
SLASH
"Your a disgrace,"
SLASH
"You should have never been born."
SLASH
"Now get out of my sight!" She yells at you spits on you, at looks at you with that permanent glare stuck on her face, as tears form in your violet eyes.
It wasn't the pain that got you, oh no, you couldn't feel it, but it was the words. You know they are true, and you can't do anything about it.
You get up and run to your tiny closet spaced room. You slam your door and grab favourite stuffed animal "(favorite stuffed animal)"
You cry and cry, not knowing what else to do.
When suddenly your vision goes blurry, and you know it is not from the tears. You start hearing static, and look out your tiny window, to see a tall man with no face, but with formal attire like he was dressed for a meeting.
"Don't be afraid child, for I shall protect thee." You hear someone say, in an old fashioned voice.
Then...everything goes black.
*449 words, Not edited*
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(Ticci-Toby x Reader)
FanfictionWARNING! Slow updates. (Y/N) is not your typical, girly teen. You suffer from a twitching disorder, and can not feel pain. For you, life sucks, you have no one to rely on and everyone hates you. In the small town you live in, you are known as 'The T...
