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Mephiles X Reader (part two)

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Ch. 2

(The beginning chap. was more of a prologue really.Now for an actual long chapter with you in it.Also I don't need to say this but I will anyway;  DISCLAIMER : Mephiles, Sonic, and related characters belong to SEGA/Sonic Team.This story is purely fan-made and I am in no way related to the company.The plot and storyline is © by me)
           {hopefully this never happens to you....}

 Beep! Beep!

 The sound of your alarm slowly awoke you from your slumber.Like most teens of your age you would give anything to just be able to go back to sleep.But unlike them you had a different reason.
 After leaning over and shutting off your alarm you lied in your bed for a minute longer.You were tempted to stay there in your room and never come out.But as fate would have it, you couldn't.
 "Get up you lazy bum!Do I need to go in there and drag you by your fucking hair!"a voice yelled from the other room.It made you jump slightly waking you up now fully.You recognized the voice quite easily. It was your father.Of course more like drunk father.In some ways you hated him but not as much as he hated you.He was mean and abusive.The neighbors knew he did drugs and was an alcoholic.Did they ever come to your aid?Did they ever once help you?No.
 Your mother had died long ago when you were just a baby.In fact she died giving birth to you.It was just another reason for him to hate you. He already blamed you for so many other things.You never knew her but the way your siblings described her, you wish you could.They had said how kind and loving she was.It made you wonder how she had ever even got with your father.You got her hair and eyes from her.It made your dad angrier of how similar you both were.
 You were practically an orphan.At least your brother and sister were kind to you.Your sister was the oldest and raised you like your mother would have wanted.She did most of the work around the house each time she would pay you all a visit.In fact your father didn't even have a job.Her name was (sister's name, S/N), it was a shame she no longer lived with you to stop the abuse.
 Then there was your brother.You often had a love-hate relationship like most siblings but overall you both got along well.He was two years older than you were and had his own job too.Of course no one said he was good at it.His name was Drake.He was in high school but you weren't just yet.
 If it wasn't for your father, it would seem like you had a normal life.As though you were okay.
 Far far from it.

 "I don't have all damn day!"your father yelled at you.
 You sighed and got out of bed.Once you were dressed you went into the kitchen.He was sitting on the sofa with the T.V. on and had a bear in his hand, like always.
  You got yourself some cereal and sat down at the table.Your brother was already up as well.You began to eat but soon noticed the awful taste.You let out a groan unaware of what it would get you.
 Your father heard and got into one of his rages.Always getting pissed over the simplest of things.Finding someway possible to make your life completely unbearable.
 "Listen here you bitching brat!You should be real damn thankful that you even have food to eat!"he yelled at you.He slammed your head down in the cereal bowl getting your face wet with milk.Your forehead banged against the bowl causing a bruise to form there.It hurt like hell but you wouldn't show it.You would never give him the satisfaction that easily.Once you brought your head up he slammed his fist on your head causing the bruise to worsen.
 "You will learn to respect me, brat!"he yelled after leaving the room to continue with the only thing he ever seemed to do.Brat.He always called you that.He never once said your real name.Not ever.

 A while passed and your brother was completely silent.Eventually he handed you a towel once he was getting ready to leave for school.He cared.He was afraid but he still cared.You weren't the only one with bruises though his far less than your own.
 You wiped your face and cleaned up the mess as best you can before making your leave.You pulled your hoodie over your head to hide the bruise.Once getting on the bus you made your way to your seat.Near the front and alone.You spoke to no one as usual.They would sometimes ask if you were mute and if you could even speak at all.It made you feel worse.
 The bus ride was long and miserable.But your day at school would be even worse.

  You had no friends and you doubted you ever will.You felt alone all the time.And yes, you most definitely struggled with depression and often anxiety.
 Later that day you made your way through the hallway.Some people would look at you with disgust and others would glare.
 Then came your own enemy.The girl who bullied you everyday and made you feel even more worthless.Nikki was the most popular girl in the school and at the same time the most hated.
 "Why if it isn't little miss emo-bitch!"She scoffed at you.She always called you that because of what you looked like and often wore.You weren't emo.Neither were you gothic.Was it a crime you preferred dark colors?They reminded you of how dim and grey the world was to you.
 "Leave me alone,"you replied dimly.She put her hand on the locker in front of you blocking your path.
 "Sorry, I didn't here you!"she said sarcastically.You weren't in the mood.Then again you never were.Her taunting began to make your blood boil.
 "Out of my way!"you said harshly.She glared at you.
  "Not a chance, Y/N!"she punched you square in the gut.You grabbed at your stomach.That's when you noticed a crowd gathering.
 "Go away!"you yelled.
 "Did I give you permission to speak to me bitch!"she yelled.Other kids shouting "Fight!Fight!" over and over again.Each yell could make you swear you could loose your hearing.Nikki kicked your shin causing  unbearable pain to shoot through your leg bone.
  She kept kicking you until you finally grew tired of it.You pulled your hand into a fist and punched her as hard as you could.Her nose began to bleed.She brought both her hands to her face covering her bloodied nose, cursing he whole time.Did you feel sorry?
  Hell no!The asshole deserved it, you thought.
 Of course that was pretty much the last straw.The kids outside yelling finally caught one of the teacher's attention.Unfortunately she was the one that hated you the most out of the others.
 "What on earth is going on here?I demand know!"she said as she made her way past every one.And of course she would purposely misread the situation altogether.
 You never did like that lady.Ever since your grades began dropping she treated you as if you weren't even there at all.Like your father she blamed it all on you.When she would notice how thin you were she insisted it was because you refused to eat.When she noticed how pale you were becoming she would refer to you as ghost child.
 "Y/N L/N!Go to the principal's office now!"she roared.She simply told Nikki to go to the nurse.

 Later that night your father had to drive you home.And boy was he furious!His constant shouting at you made your ears hurt again.Even as he entered the apartment he still would not cease.
 "WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU!I MISSED THE ENTIRE FUCKING GAME BECAUSE OF YOU!I CAN'T STOP EVERYTHING JUST TO COME PICK YOU UP, DAMMIT!I HOPE YOUR MIGHTY PLEASED WITH YOURSELF!ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING YOU BRAT?!"he yelled at he top of his lungs.
 "Yes..."you muttered.
 "WHAT THE HELL DID YOU SAY?!"
 "I said yes!"he yelled back.Bad mistake.Of course you were once diagnosed with attention deficit disorder or ADD...
  "DO NOT YELL AT ME!"he grabbed an empty bear bottle and swung it at your face.The glass shattered at contact with your head.It was a wonder you didn't have brain damage.He had cut the side of your eye with he broken glass.You felt blood on your face.You began to cry.

 You went hungry that night, just like every other night.You were already starving as it is.Your brother offered a bit of his but you refused, afraid of getting him in trouble.
 You entered the bathroom going to brush your teeth and to get a good look at yourself.You were horrified.The eyeshadow was running down your face from the tears in long black lines.Your forehead was slightly swollen from all the trauma that had occurred.On your right eye  was a deep bleeding cut.You knew it would become a scar and never fade away.Another reminder of your miserable life.
 If you would even call it one, you thought bitterly.
 All the pain.All the misery.You were sick of it.Throughout your fourteen years you have always been abused, neglected.You had always been alone.You had no body.You were tired of being treated like a piece of shit!
  You had three options now.Commit suicide.Run away.Or stay here the rest of your miserable life.
  As good as suicide sounded right now, you chose option number two.You devised a plan to get away.Your sister was coming to visit you tomorrow and got home the next so you would wait until a day after  she left.No one would suspect a thing.Once you left for school you wouldn't get on the school bus but instead in fact a city bus.Your plan was reckless and rash but would it matter?
 Running away from your problems seemed like the best course of action.It would be better than the life you have now...
 As you got into your pajamas and slipped into your bed you thought of how better off you and everyone else would be without you.
 It might help your mood.
  But it would never be rid of the nightmares.

(I tried to warn you...this story may break your soul...if you have one of course...I admit I could have done better but I wanted to finish it quickly.If you think any of this is sad or depressing then you probably shouldn't read the rest.I will have no spoilers, but it will be both sad and dramatic. Until then hap-er-miserable reading! :) I need a life XD)
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