⚠Suicide, blood, very described death and insulting warning. Warning⚠
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It's been a rough morning for Y/n. She woke up from a nightmare in her hospital bed. At 5 fucking a. m.
Today she is being released from the hospital, as her face couldn't be 'saved' for the matter. The doctors tried everything, and though the scar is sensitive, it might as well reopen itself, and all those things leading to an infection.
Though Y/n wasn't bothered, the thing that mattered was to check on her parents, and if their home, stay with them. She still loved them, they were still her parents too.
Finally being released, she went to her so-called home, hoping to see her parents at least one last time.
Setting her boots onto the doorstep, she had opened the old creaky door. Looking around he house, nothing had really changed. But when she entered the kitchen..
A rope. Tied to the dusty ceiling. A body hanging from it. Her mother's body hanging from it. Blood and glass shards. All over her. Some even drawing scratches upon her once lively face.
The scratches just revealed bloody muscles underneath the dirty skin, which weren't cleaned for days, weeks even. Dried tears stuck to her face like glue. Even flies were flying around. If you looked closer, through the scars you could see disgusting black worms swirling and swarming around inside the girls once beautiful mother's face.
Upon gasping at this, the girls father had ran into the room, finally not drunk anymore. Seeing her mother's body as well he only saddened even more.
Thinking it was his daughters ghost, he only went for crying and sobbing on the kitchen floor, murmuring words and sentences such as 'it's all my fault.. ', 'useless. ', 'why me..? ' and similar.
Once he was done or so she thought, he grabbed a gun. A gun..? Yeah. And shot at the poor mother's dead body.
"I hope you're happy with yourself. "
Seeing it was actually dead, and not just playing a silly prank on him, he shot himself as well. Blood pouring down his forehead, he sat there unconscious, now probably even dead, as all the blood was pouring onto the floor.
More worms and flies.. Great. But.. There was a witness to all this. The girl. Y/n. This all happened right in front of her. And she didn't bother to stop it.
Realizing what happened, she bursted into tears, sobbing and screaming loudly from sorrow.
Today was.. Another... Rough day for
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Meanwhile, at the neighbors house.
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Tord was preparing his room for another person. Y/n to be exact. Even though she might not move there, he just wanted to be ready.
Setting up a comfortable mattress with a nice warm blanket and pillows, he also put a table, chair and a cabinet. She might need it.
Plus his room was the biggest in the house. Well, other than the living room. But yeah, that doesn't count.
Lifting the cabinet with his father, the were going to place it next to the table. Carrying it was hard, but it's worth it, as Tord would say.
Finally finishing off now Y/n's part of the room, he dusted the f/c carpet, feeling its fluffyness.
Just as he finished, he heard a bloodshot scream coming from the neighbors house.
Quickly running over, he busted the door and through the house, saw Y/n on her knees, crying.
"Y/n..? Are you.. Alright-? "
Flinching at his words, she turned around, now facing him. Her face looked so sad and full of sorrow, while her e/c eyes were telling him the same story.
She then ran to him and embraced him into a hug, squeezing him tightly. Crying into his shoulder, the boy only hugged back, patting her back softly.
"Hey hey.. Don't worry solskinn. It will be alright. Now... Why don't we head to my house..? "
Tord asked. She only nodded her head, still nuzzled into his shoulder, so he kind of lifted her up, since she was smaller and lighter than him.
Blushing at the girls action, the boy looked away, now seeing the terrifying sight. Walking away while still holding Y/n, the boy managed to open the front door, only to be greeted by Pat getting ready for work.
He knew his dads worked in a army, and wanted to become the army leader once he grows up.
As he motioned a 'shh' to his father, Pat only smirked and left.
The now 14 year old carried his friend to their room, laying her in been carefully. He checked her for any injuries, and there were none luckily.
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A few hours later, afternoon.
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Waking up, Y/n found herself laying in a comfortable bed. Red and f/c sheets covered her, and as for the f/c ceiling.
Getting up, she saw that she was in Tords room. But also hers at the same time. And then she kind of cane to herself when her vision became normal.
Tords room split in half and her room is the other half? Was she dreaming? That didn't seem quite real. But slapping herself quickly reminded her that it was.