The Light of My life (ShoutaAizawaxReader) (HIATUS)

Life as (Y/N)

(Y/N) = Your Name
(L/N) = Last Name
( (Y/N) is currently 27)

//tw abuse!!!

•(Y/N)'s POV•
Waking up from loud arguing is no fun. I was looking up at the ceiling trying to fall asleep. Living with parents is actual hell depending on the environment. I haven't reached the point where I had enough money to rent an apartment since earning money was scarce. So I thought it was the only option to stay.

I turn my head slowly to see a ticking clock. Its quiet ticks were driving you insane but at the same time soothing the muffled atmosphere.

It's 6:23 am.

I sighed and tiredly stood up. As I shuffled to the bathroom, I looked in the mirror. Boy did I looked tired. I had tangled messy hair and puffy eye bags from the recent all-nighter. I hated my reflection. The reflection was staring me down.

"(Y/N) (L/N)! COME DOWN HERE RIGHT NOW!" My mom screamed at the top of her lungs. Oh great, just great.

"COMING!" I replied.

I rushed downstairs to find my parents arguing once more. They looked at me, eyes filled with anger and hatred.

"YOU! YOU COME HERE RIGHT NOW" my mom screamed.

I stood in between them. Within a second, my mom slapped me on the face. I felt a lingering sting on my right cheek.

"What the fuck did I tell you about listening to our goddamn rules. Useless piece of shit."

I only gave an empty glare as an answer.

Her face only turned into uneasy disgust. "The thought of the look of you just wants me to throw up. Maybe gouging those pretty little eyes off will be a great start to improvement."

"Wh-wha-" I managed to let out, only to be disrupted by the force of my mom shoving me over to the kitchen counter. My head unfortunately hits the hard, cold marble.

I cried in pain as I fall on to the ground, rubbing my head to see blood smothering my palm and fingers.

My dad laughed and and stomped harshly on my chest, knocking the last ounce of air in me.

I gasped for air, gripping the cloth that covered my bruised chest. I was going to die.

"Aww, poor little baby. This bitch thinks she can do what she wants." My mom takes out her phone and began to snap a few pictures of me, lying on the ground, blood smothered and tears flowing. "Poor little FUCKING (Y/N)! THIS SPOILED LITTLE BRAT!"

She throws her phone towards me, hitting my face. I cried out, carefully covering the spot where the phone hit.

My dad punched me, targeting the nose. And unsurprisingly, I felt warm liquid trickle down my mouth, down my chin, dropping down onto my shirt. "Needs more red."

(3/22/21 - HEAVY EDITING)

I just noticed that the comments will mess up HHHH