Stay Here | Mono x Seven | Little Nightmares AU

6. Seven

Trigger Warning: Abuse; suicidal thoughts

My breath hitched with fear as I gulped and closed the door behind me with a silent shut. "I lost track of time, sorry," I said while walking past her towards the stairs. "Get back over here seven. Now." I nervously obeyed as I walked slowly towards her nightmarish figure leaning crookedly over the kitchen counter under a dim and unsettling light that made my skin crawl. "It seems like your never home. I barely get to see you. Why is that?" She asked as she turned her head slightly towards me. "I just go hang out with Six. That's all" I don't want to be here. "Oh, really. You guys are probably going off to do drugs or some shit like that." She said while walking over to me. I heart raced every time she took a step. The sounds of her feet on the creaking wooden floor boards scratched my brain like nails on a chalkboard, and her gaze was a deadly prescriptioned poison that came with a large dose of fear. I stood still looking into her never-ending eyes like a hall of mirrors. "Where did you run off to, seven" She asked me. "I just went to the city five blocks down, no big deal." I said with a pissed tone that rung her ears for sure. She grabbed me by the ear and pinched it till it bled. I winced with pain as I felt her finger nails seep into the cartilage of my ear. "Don't talk to me in that fucking tone!" She yelled as she threw me against the wall with a large thud that would leave a bruise for sure. I grabbed my ear and my head in pain. "Little shit. I thought you would have learned your lesson after all these years, but I guess not." She said. I saw her legs standing in front of me and I could feel her rage filled eyes staring down on me as I could feel her dark aura radiating and giving me a tight hug that compressed my breathing.I felt my eyes water a bit as I stayed still on the floor as my head throbbed with pain. "Get up damnit. What are you 9 years old?!" She yelled and grabbed my arm and yanked me off the floor dragging me by the collar of my shirt. I never yelled or screamed when she did this. I did the first couple times but I got so used to it. I only screamed if it hurt really bad. She dragged me up the stairs until I reached the top and she threw me into my room and I rolled and hit my back against my desk chair. I slightly grunted as I tried to lift myself off the floor. "Clean your room were having guests over tomorrow. Start cleaning it NOW!" She slammed the door and her footsteps faded away from my room. I got up and I rubbed my side as well as my head. I started to pick clothes off the floor and threw them into my closet. I threw a few pieces of trash away and organized my desk and my shelves and made my bed while small tears streamed down my face. Whenever she abused me the way she does, I could hear my inner demons laughing, and enjoying the show through my head filled with their voices that constantly play on loop, whenever I'm close to that thing that I call my mother.

I washed my face in the bathroom sink with the door locked. I looked up into the mirror. My eyes were puffy and bloodshot. Even though I'm abused, It doesn't effect me the way you think it would. Sometimes It can have an impact but I don't let it. Im educated on what happens to kids my age with PTSD and trauma from abuse and things of that deadly nature. They become unable to feel anything, they can't love or be loved. They're living in a world where everything is upside down and where the sun doesn't shine, and everything is colder when it's hot. Things could always be worse. I'm grateful for what I have. Despite my mom being the total bitch that she is, she still puts food on my plate. I think she's only doing it for her own personal reasons, not for me. She needs an extra pair of hands around the house. I opened the medicine cabinet that was next to the sink. I found some pills in there that my parents had, along with a razor and some other things. I stared at the razor. Sometimes, I wonder if I can just grab that thing, and end it all. I don't want to, but sometimes I wonder if It's the only way. That's when my mindset is at it's worst. I have people who care about me. I have my friends and my dad. I would just be letting them down If I ended my life, especially Six. My eyes started to water again. I washed my face one more time along with my eyes so the red wouldn't be noticable. I closed the medicine cabinet and headed back to my room. I picked up my phone and checked the time. It was 1:12 a.m right now. I had 18 unread messages from Six and 4 missed calls. I sighed heavily as I opened them.

My head hung as if it felt twenty pounds heavier every second. I feel bad for worrying her, but I didn't have a choice. I threw my phone onto my desk as I looked out my window to see Mono's house. The lights we're on. He didn't have any curtains or blinds in his home yet so I was able too look into it from here. I plopped onto my bed as I slipped my socks off. Eventually I drifted off to sleep, reminiscing on the good memories I had today, and trying everything in my power to forget the bad ones.

-To Be Continued
-GomiFanUwU

A/N sorry messed up update schedule got a lot on my plate rn