atrabilious [demon slayer various x reader]

«part three»

part three;
that little girl

(っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ Warning: -swearing♥
-gore♥
-child abandonment♥

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I learned at a young age that not everyone is kind or perfect. It didn't phase me when kids didn't want to play with me. It didn't phase me when one of them pushed me away from them.
I didn't care about the mean people. I learned to ignore them, and live my own life, with only people I trust.

So when strangers were nice to me, it was weird. A strange feeling bloomed inside my chest. What was it? Happiness? Gratitude?

...It just felt right.

It was true that the villagers loved both my mother and me, but there were children that didn't like me. I guess that's reasonable, I didn't smile that much and rarely went to the village. I always stayed at home, and only went out with my mother. I was called a weirdo for that, but their parents always shushed them.

Friends... I never really had them. I wasn't lonely, and I didn't envy the other kids who had them. I was perfectly fine the way I was. I liked to play alone, it was more fun. No one started arguing with me if I took their doll, or if they wanted to be another character but I already had that role. My imagination plus the fact that no one was playing with me caused me to be really creative.

But deep down, I was mad.

I wasn't mad at the fact that they didn't want me to be their friend. I was mad because they had a perfect family. Hardworking and kind mother, and a father who was always near them, protecting them.

And yet, they were mean to someone like me. Someone with a hard-working mother and a father who isn't even in the picture. Where did they get that attitude? Do they really think they're better than me?
Why the hell did I have to be born into a family where the father not only didn't care about his wife and child but hurt them when he had the chance? Who does that? And why does it feel good to them?

I never felt ashamed when he yelled at me for stupid, irrelevant things. I didn't eat every bit of rice in the bowl? Unthankful brat.
What does he know? Unthankful? At the time, I wasn't even sure what it meant, but I was sure I was not unthankful. That word didn't sound like me. It didn't sound right.

The boiling anger just grew and grew inside of me, but I never released it. Why would I? It's worthless anyway. It doesn't matter.

"IF YOU DARE TO TOUCH MY SWORD I WILL KILL HER RIGHT NOW!"

It didn't matter. Anger is something anyone can withhold.

"GET OFF ME YOU–"

Bottling your feelings up is always the better choice.

...Right?

I was no longer sure.

Douma was an interesting person. Quickly changing his emotions and being way too dramatic when he cries. He kinda acts like a child.
When he told me we're friends, every bit of my emotions rose. I was happy. I was incredibly sad. I felt envious.