𝓐 𝓒𝓪𝓽𝓼 𝓦𝓱𝓲𝓼𝓴𝓮𝓻𝓼 KenmaXReader

𝓡𝓸𝓬𝓴-𝓑𝓸𝓽𝓽𝓸𝓶

Ever since my dad died, I've automatically been way down in the dumps and way more distant. You see, I used to be really good at making friends. I was always the one to start a conversation. I even got the social butterfly award in 2nd grade! But now, i'm the exact opposite. So here we are, sitting in my room, drawing as usual. (I always draw when I feel sad, which is most of the time). I never run out of ideas but this time something was different. I kept thinking of what to draw and was rudely interrupted by a knock at my door "*sigh*...come in..." it was my mom and her boyfriend. Ugh... I hate him with a burning passion. It hasn't even been a full year since my dad died and moved because my mom wanted a quote-on-quote, "new life". My mom never seemed to care about dad. She only cared about how much money he was making. That's all she cares about anyways.

"Hey {Y/N}...can we come in for a sec?" They come in without me ever getting the chance to answer. That's mom for you. They both sit on my bed holding hands while i was sitting at my desk. I automatically saw mom messing with her ring finger for some odd reason. "Honey, we love you so much..." Awe great, this again. This is going to get messy. "...and we both know we are mourning your fathers death...still..." she looks at her boyfriend, Josh. "...and we respect that!" Josh said. "But I think its time to move on" Mom said as she puts her hand on my knee. "Sweetie, me and Josh are getting married."

I laugh in disbelief.  "Really?" mom gave me a borderline disappointed face. 'This is real...' I thought. "Wait...you guys aren't joking..." At this point I was tearing up and mom was too. "What!?" I screamed "You can't just do that! Do you have any idea how I feel?! Did you even consider it?! And what do you mean by 'move on'?!" I said while tears poured down my face. This was no joke. This was reality. I wasn't dreaming. "Sweetie- we can-" "YOU JUST WANT HIM FOR HIS GODDAMN MONEY!" I ran out of the front door while my mom and her 'fiance' yelled for me to come back. I didn't care. I didn't care about anything. What was my life? Was I just a piece of garbage to them? Was I even in their minds when he proposed? I finally stopped at some concrete high enough to be a little seat, with a fence on top.

As I thought about how useless I was to everybody and how people just toss me to the wolfs when they don't need me anymore, more and more tears just ran down my face. I was crying so hard I almost threw up. I raise my knees up to my chin and put my head down. The street wasn't that busy, but still, I didn't want anyone to hear none the less see me like this. Everybody just looked like the other person that came before them. That's how it always was in this town. That was, until I peaked from my 'hiding place' and saw a boy, no taller then 5'5, with black hair running down into a platinum blonde. He was looking down at something, which seemed to be a 3ds. What I didn't know was that this was the point that my life would make a full 180.