I Should Thank You

Chapter 1| Forced Out

(Y/N)'s POV

Crumbling...

Shattering...

Breaking...

Confusion struck me as the heavy weights of many things pounded me into shock. It only seemed a minute ago, where I was casually sitting in the living room with my family playing card games. However before a breath's notice I'm laying skinned and bleeding on the cold ground in the midst of autumn in front of my home. Clothes were surrounded around me, reminding me of fallen leaves only a few seconds back before they had reached the bottom where I laid.

"Go find somewhere new to live because from today onwards you are no longer my daughter."

**Flashback**

"Excuse me for a second mother, I'm hungry so I'll return shortly." I tell her as I lift myself from the circle the 4 of us family members were currently placed in.

"Alright (N/N) just hurry up so we can play another round. And get me some food too." My mother would say to me in that cheerful voice that would throw me off whenever she had the chance to use it. Even the nickname given to me made me question her motives once in a while, but my brain was only wired to believe it is all in my head.

"I think I'll take some time so continue the games without me."

She nodded and let me go to the kitchen where I paced around, looking for something to snack on. It hadn't even been a full five minutes until I was called back to the others by my mother. She always had a loud voice that deafened me at times, but this was one of those different kinds that she would use if she were angry or happy. Even till this day I never managed to figure out which one till I would have asked or arrived at the scene.

Gently placing the empty bowl down onto the marble countertop, I slid my feet against the dark stained hardwood to the farther room at the end of the hall. My parents and younger sister turned their head all at me as soon as I was in sight and then focused back to the laptop laying on my father's lap. I tilted my head a bit wondering what they were all huddled up for and then sat near them where I could get a view of the screen.

"Mother, what is it?"

"I just received an email that you test score results came in!" She'd exclaim while clapping her hands together delighted.

My eyes widened and my fist clenched together as I heard, panic quickly coming in as a flood. There was no possible way it could be now. The time is too early. This wasn't any ordinary test. It was something she was pounding into my head for the last 2-3 years. It was a big deal. She took away everything even before then, but only seemed to find more ever since the time when I started studying for the exam. Her only punishments started to run out and only a few months ago was when she started to threaten to throw me out.

At first I didn't believe it, but the more time passed and the more she pressed on the matter further I knew she was not joking. Her acts always were strange. I never knew how to identify then because from one moment she could act like the sane and caring mother that everyone had, but the switch up to something frightening.

I was always concerned with not dealing with her mood swings and so I always did what she asked even if I didn't want to. I hoped that the portion of her that was angelic would last longer if not always.

My mother always knew I was a somewhat smart kid on my own. More so when I was younger probably. I wouldn't say now since I've become burnout because of her, but I don't blame her for that. It's most likely my weakness. I try my best to stay on top of everything now, however there was still an extent to my knowledge which I knew wasn't enough for her.