Just Like Everyone Else (A MinecraftUniverse/TrueMU Fanfic)

Chapter Nine

(A/N The next two or so chapters will be Aria's story; she has a lot to tell. Also practically all of the chapters will be told as flashbacks)

Aria's P.O.V

"Well, guys, it's a long complicated story but here goes..." I sighed.

*Flashback - 29.04.03- 7 years old - At her house*

That day was the start of everything. I had just gotten home from school, ready to start my spring break, and saw my mom and dad sobbing heavily on the sofa. At that time I cared for my parents so much that I believed that I would take a bullet for them.

How wrong I was.

"Mom?! Dad?! What's wrong?! Why are you both crying!" I said panicked. My mom looked up at me with a tear stained face and managed to stop bursting out in tears long enough so that she could speak to me.

"Oh sweetie." She said. "Your daddy just came back from work and found out that he was, uhm, being told to have a holiday!"

"But why are you crying? Shouldn't you be happy?" My little seven year old mind was too naive and dumb to figure out that he had lost his job.

"We are dear, these are tears of happiness! Now daddy can stay at home with us since you are on your holiday too!" She said trying to sound enthusiastic.

"Yay! We can watch TV together!" I yelled in 'happiness'. "I'm going to put all of my stuff away and then we can watch some!"

I skipped up the stairs, thinking about how fun spring break would be with BOTH of my parents there for once. During holidays like this it was usually my dad who wasn't there but on some occasions they were both gone and I was sent to stay with my Aunt Mandy until they came home.

*Time skip for 15 mins*

"Honey! We're going out! We won't be back for a while and we told Mrs McCarthy (our neighbour) to watch you, so if she comes to check up on you, don't worry, we hired her to make sure that you are safe! Bye now hun!" My mom shouted and left with my dad. Oh well, I thought. We can just watch TV together tomorrow.

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I was playing with my Legos (I was never the stereotypical girl who played with Barbie dolls) when my parents came back; drunk as ever. They didn't even say a word when I screamed at them, "Mom?! Dad?! Why are you like this?! What happened?!"

All that they did was look at each other, and then at me.

Eventually, my mom walked over to me and slapped me right across the face.

Hard.

I had tears in my eyes as I croaked out, "What was that for! What did I do wrong?!"

"You've done everything wrong, you little whore!" My mom slurred. "You deserve to die! If you weren't here then we would be fine! Not in a financial crisis! Why are you even still here! You should be dead. You were a mistake!"

I was so terrified at everything that had happened that I froze in fear, unable to move. Because of this, they both were able to carry me upstairs, tie me in a chair and leave me in a closet with nothing to do, eat or drink for several hours.

I felt defenceless, drained, and most importantly, terrified.

*Flashback 14.11.09 - 13 years old - At her school*

They kept abusing me over the years in all sorts of ways. Slapping, kicking, punching, sometimes even slitting my skin with the sharpest knife that they could find. They called me names like 'whore' and 'bitch' at any opportunity. Everyday they also practically starved me, so whenever I went to school I was always called 'anorexia girl' or 'suicidal freak'. This was because whenever I had to do gym, people would see the cuts all along my bony arms and legs, and thought that I self-harmed. To be honest, I did, but that was only occasionally and whenever my parents were not home (most likely out drinking).

School was literally a nightmare. Whenever I walked into a classroom and sat down at a desk, everyone that was close to me immediately scattered, trying to not catch my 'disease'. I wasn't actually diseased, it's just that people thought that I was sick because of my anorexia and cuts.

At lunch, I always ate in the woods that is behind our school. Even if there was an empty table, I wouldn't sit at it because anyone else who wanted to sit at that able would either give me dirty looks and sit somewhere else or just push me off entirely. The second option happened a lot more frequently, and I was continually laughed at for it.

I did have some friends in the beginning of high school, called Meghan and Lucy, and they didn't mind about my cuts and how I was anorexic.

They didn't know the real reason anyway.

After the first few days, a group of slutty girls (in my opinion) walked up to us and said to my friends, "You could do so much better than that freak. Why don't you hang with us? You're really cool. Unlike her. She'll just bring your popularity down whereas we will bring it up. So, what do you say? Just ditch her."

Meghan and Lucy both looked at each other and then at me, and quickly shuffled over to Chantelle's (leader of the sluts) posse. I looked at them both, heartbroken that they would just leave me like that.

"Well then, looks like the freak is all alone now. Are you gonna cut when you get home and cry to your mommy all about it? Will you starve yourself again? Awh, what a little bitch that you are. Even your 'friends' left you in an instant." Chantelle said in a baby voice. Then she clicked her fingers and strutted down the hallway, with her posse at her tail. And in that posse were my only friends.

At that point was I finally able to register that I was truly alone, and would never be happy again.

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There you go guys! One part of Aria's awaited story! If you guys liked it, comment on what was the best part and vote for the next chapter! Also, I'm going to check the read count a few hours after I publish this chapter. Remember, I'm hoping that we can get at least 10-15 reads for this entire book guys! I know you can do it!

See ya soon!

- Aria