Changeling (Discontinued...For Now?)

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A/N: Hello, this is my first fanfic, so I would appreciate no flames, however constructive criticism is welcome. Please enjoy, I do hope I did a well enough job with this to continue.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Creepypasta or any of the characters, the plot is all I own in this case.
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I shivered, it was cold outside, but outside was really where I needed to be right now. My father has always been an abusive man, he drank, and he was a mean drunk. I had no siblings, but I did have a wonderful mother, who tried her hardest to keep up with my abusive father...and her failing health.

"Y/N! Get inside now!"My father called from the back porch, his words were slurred, and angry, I had no intention of fueling that anger so, I hurried inside. My mother was on the couch, red in the face with red-rimmed eyes, she flashed me a false, pain filled smile.

" Go on to bed honey, I'll be right up to tuck you in," She told me in her frail voice, a voice that to me still sounded like an angle's whisper, even in her late stages of cancer.

My father snarled in disgust, " Yeah, go on upstairs failure!" My father had never really loved me, you see, I was born different, one of my eyes was E/C but the other was highlighter blue, with a ring of highlighter green around the center. But, it was my actual skin that made  me so different, so feared by others. One side of my face was S/C, but the other...the other was a sort of deep, deep midnight blue, dotted with highlighter green in minuscule dots. The pattern trailed down half of my entire body, arms, torso and everything. My father, who was a stout, blonde, and blue eyed man, was shocked when I was born. Often, when I look in a passing window, or mirror, I am disgusted, to see such a monster look back at me, with the same dumbfounded expression.

I trudged up the stairs, and when I was almost at my door at the end of the upstairs hallway, I heard him swearing, his words struck daggers into my heart, but I was pretty much used to it, it didn't dull the pain, but after a few words my heart usually went numb, it didn't feel anything anymore,  and I was glad.

I reached my door and stepped into my bleak and depressing room. I didn't have very many belongings, my mother wanted to buy me more things than the few that I had, but my father forbade her from going out, and hid our money away. He did however allow my mother to buys huge amount of cosmetic products to try and cover up the, discolored part of the face. It rarely worked and I usually ended up wearing a mask, that I decorated myself.

It's quite amazing if I do say so myself, which I do. I had black paint sort of sprayed and splattered along the cheekbones of the mask, like black freckles. Then I had painted the upper lip of the mask black. That was pretty much it, my mother had grimaced when she first saw it since it didn't really help deflect attention away from my appearance, but there was really nothing I could do about it, I am what I am.

I turned in a circle, then fell onto my bed. I was more miserable that usual tonight, which was odd because usually at this time of night my heart was numb, so it didn't really matter what I thought I felt, I couldn't feel it in reality. I closed my eyes, not bothering to change into the rough, blandly colored pajamas that had been given to me. After a moment I opened my eyes, it was one of those nights where is was too tired to fall asleep, which means that usually I ended up staying awake till 4 in the morning, or when my dad would lumber up the stairs and open my door to make sure I was in bed, if I didn't have my eyes closed, he would slap me, and roar in a drunken rage. I really didn't feel like being beaten tonight, so I opened up the floorboard beneath my bed, and fetched the sleeping pills I had stolen from the pharmacy on the way back from school a week ago. I took a couple  and about an hour later I felt sleep tug at my eyelids, slowly I slipped into unconscious, knowing and dreading that tomorrow the real hell began.

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Sorry for the short chapter, maybe I'll make another if, my readers want another. Again, first chapter of first ever story, so things may change. I would greatly appreciate constructive criticism, and few other comments that any of you would care to leave. Thank you, jedi out.