it chapter one | reader insert [✔]

two | don't cry

You were riding your dark green bike down the road.

As the Losers Club rode past your street, you waved goodbye and continued riding on your own towards your aunt's house.

You were dreading turning up.

Ever since your parents passed away, you had been living with your aunt and her children. She had three, and they were each a nightmare.

First was Lizzie. She was 17 and the oldest, with a fiery temper and bad attitude. She never listened. With her blonde hair and striking blue eyes, she had hooked up with countless guys, and the thought of how she'd broken their heart so many times made you sick.

Then there was Matthew, the 14-year-old boy who constantly harassed you and never left you alone. He was constantly hurting you, and he teased you about your parents and it made you feel depressed.

And last, but not least, there was Emmaline. She was only eight, but still equally as bad. She constantly annoyed you and screamed that you weren't worthy of even living with them.

Then there was your aunty. She was your mother's sister, and she knew what was happening with her children and you, but she didn't care. She only kept you for the money she was getting from the government. Ever since her husband had left her, she had blamed you.

Long stories short, the whole family hated you.

You made it to the house and put your bike behind the garage, before walking through the front door and immediately being pushed into a wall.

As your shoulder hit the wall you shrunk to the ground and winced, noticing the boy standing above you. It was Matthew.

"Hey, you little shit. Get up!" he yelled, grabbed your other shoulder, yanking you up to look at him in the eyes.

"You need to start getting in shape. I mean Jesus, look at this!" He held up one of your arms, and laughed, spit flying at your face, "I just slammed you into a wall like it was nothing. Weak." He pushed you back into the wall before storming off, and you bit your lip.

You started running into your room, hoping not to be interrupted by any more of your cousins as you run.

Running around the hallway corner, you opened your door and closed it gently behind you, locking it.

As you shrunk back against the door, you curled into a ball. Why did you live with this? What did you do to deserve it? The questions swirled around your head as you squeezed your eyes shut.

Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry.

You took a few deep breaths, trying to ignore the yelling that was going on outside of the room. It sounded like Matthew was arguing with Emmaline over something, and you didn't want to find out.

This was what you had to deal with all day.

Stumbling towards your bed, you got on your knees and grabbed out a dark-oak box. The rusty lock sprung open and you looked over the contents. An envelope, a pressed white rose, a small brown bear and a diamond ring.

You picked up the envelope and opened it, turning to lean your back against the side of the bed as your eyes scanned over the familiar note.

The day before your parents had died it had been your 10th birthday. They had given you a brown box with a stuffed bear inside of it as a present and taken you out to dinner. You smiled lightly at the memory.

You hated the fact that your family's house had burnt down, leaving you with nothing. You could remember it clearly.

You had been at Richie's house for a sleepover when it happened. Some teenagers thought it would be a good idea to play with some matches right beside your family's gas tank. You could probably guess what happened next.

It caused an explosion that killed the three teenagers. The explosion hadn't killed your mother and father, it was the flames that ensued that had done the job.

The police had given you some objects (those that somehow survived the flames) after your parents had been murdered in the fire. A pressed white rose that had been in your mother's bouquet at her wedding to your father, and her wedding ring.

Both your parents had gone traveling a few months before they died, and they had written you a note while they were gone.

Dear Y/n,

Hi baby! I hope you are doing well. Your father and I are. Hawaii is beautiful, and I wish we could have brought you! We must go on another holiday soon. I pinky promise we will take you back here someday.

How are you? I hope you are okay. We miss you a lot and we can't wait to see you again.

I love you, my beautiful girl. I can't wait to have you in my arms again.

-Mom ❤

Your eyes started to water as you reread the last line over and over. Oh god, why did fate have to come to this?