Dream: A little dream of me (Episode:1)

READER WARNING: At the beginning of every part that has even the littliest thing, I am putting a warning. This contains SOME violence about being beaten and self defense. Do not read if you cannot handle the small things. I just want to make sure nobody starts to get hurt or feel bad due to reading this. Read at your own risk.

(Six Months Earlier)

"Y/N, get out here now!" A voice filled the restrictions of the trailer, and the voice was full of anger. The voice came from an older woman, in her early sixties, but she most definitely did not act her age.

The girl whom she called was sitting in her room on the phone in a corner furthest from the door, which was shut but it didn't have a lock. If it did, you could bet everything that it would be locked and never would be unlocked.

That's how much Y/N hated her family.

The sixteen-year-old couldn't stand to be around them, much less live with them. Her whole life she was treated unfairly, beaten to the ground, and locked away in her room. She had it rough and she knew that. She knew it better than anyone.

Her whole life, Y/N couldn't hurt a bug, much less a person. But she had such a deep rooted hatred for her grandmother that, at times, she felt as if she could kill her. And the more she acted on that anger, the worse her homicidal thoughts got.

It was never-ending. The pain this simple girl felt was horrendous.

Through all the pain which she endured, she'd ran away multiple times, tried to constantly kill herself, and was sent away twice to mental and behavioral institutions for troubled teenagers. But she wasn't troubled. Not at all. She was challenged and not mentally. But physically, emotionally, even spiritually.

She had no clue what she believed in, what she loved, or where she stood with humanity. It was all confusing to her.

Another scream erupted throughout the house, "Y/N! NOW!" The voice boomed.

But Y/N wasn't scared anymore. She didn't want to back down anymore. She wanted to stand up for herself and what she believed in. She was tired of being stepped on and used and abused and ignored. She was done with it all.

Her family meant nothing to her, not anymore. Nobody helped her even though they saw the pain which she was enduring - it was as if they didn't care. And that didn't bother her. What bothered her was that they'd been through it. And they didn't try to get her out of it.

Y/N didn't stand up as she looked at the phone in her hands. She looked at Google Chats, hoping her friend's would somehow respond. Hoping that they'd answer her after what just happened in the kitchen of her trailer home.

But no messages came through.

She felt all alone all at once and it struck her like lightning. However, even through all the sadness and despair that she was feeling, she couldn't seem to make the tears fall. Instead, she felt hot and heavy, like unwanted airplane baggage.

Her lungs burned from the deep breathing which she was doing, trying to keep herself calm and not explode again. Not after the large heated argument which took place just minutes before. She couldn't go in hot headed, not again.

She didn't trust herself.

Y/N looked at her phone as it went off, hope appearing in her eyes. Once she read who the message was from, she felt elated; almost like something was lifted from her.

Kim Taehyung: Hey are u ok?? What's going on?

Y/N almost started crying then. Taehyung had been her best friend for almost three years now. They had met Freshman year and now they were Juniors. They had grown close, even through the many fights which they had. And the heartbreaks.

Y/N wasn't too sure what to message back. Her thumbs danced across the keyboard, but no letters were typed. She didn't know how to respond. How to explain what was going on. And then it came to her.

Ahn Y/N: I can't stay here, Tae. I just can't. We're fighting and I don't know what's going to happen. But I'm done. I give up. I can't live like this anymore.

She sent the message and the hair on the back of her neck stood up. She heard someone coming. She could hear them stomping through the house. They wanted to make themselves known. They wanted Y/N to feel intimidated.

However, that wasn't how Y/N felt.

The anger within her just seemed to fuel even more than before. Her face was turning pale from the anger which was surging through her. She started to shake and her heart started to race.

She felt hot but she couldn't muster up any sweat. Water in her body seemed to just disappear, like she couldn't create it.

She was steaming now. Hatred surging through her. A listing of revenge then crossed her mind as she stood up, looking at the door, gripping her phone tightly in her hand. She wasn't putting up with the abuse anymore.

It was time for her to fight back.

Then her door flew open and her grandmother appeared.

Her door hit a shelf that was on the wall, causing it to fall down behind the door, her books and papers scattering across the ground behind the door and to the side slightly. The trailer seemed to shake with the sudden gesture.

"Get your *** out here, now." Her grandmother yelled at her again, wanting her to obey her every command. She treated her like a dog, even now.

Y/N then looked her dead in the eyes, "No."

Her grandmother then surged forward and to the left to dodge her bed. She got right up in Y/N's face, trying to get her to back-up against the wall, "You're to do as you're told. I am an adult, not you. Now, OUT!" She then grabbed Y/N's arm, trying to pull her down.

But Y/N pulled back, stepping away from the mad woman. She then pushed her grandmother away from her, trying to get space so she could breathe different air.

Her grandmother, out of a fit of furry, then spurred forward, ripping at Y/N's air, quickly taking her to the ground before the young girl could do anything to stop it from happening.

Her phone went off.

Her grandmother started yelling at her as she started ripping out her hair and beating on her head. She started to drag her on the floor around in her room, "Don't ever talk back to me, you little ***!" The woman was crazy; driven by anger.

YN didn't want to hit her. She wanted to do anything but hit her.

Even with all the hate fueled towards this woman, even through the homicidal thoughts and actions, she didn't want to lay a hand on her. She knew that would do no good. She knew nobody would believe her side of the story.

Nobody ever has.

"You're a fucking child!" She continued beating on Y/N as she dragged her across the floor, "You are to do as I say and nothing else! Do you understand me?"

Y/N could hear her brother in the next room talking to his buddies on his gaming PC. He knew what was happening. He always knew what was happening. But he never acted to help his sister. Instead, he went against her. He fueled that fire. He gossiped about her. He spread lies and rumors.

He meant nothing to her either. Not anymore.

Y/N then stopped letting her body be thrown around once she heard her grandfather enter the house. He had heard the commotion and was coming to see what was conspiring. And once he heard his wife's screams, you could hear him start to run.

Y/N's relationship was off and on with the man. He'd help her, but only just enough to where she wouldn't get thrown out or beat up completely. After that, he was just done with her. He took sides with his wife and didn't question it. And he acted like such a nice guy in front of people. But, the truth is he'd hit Y/N too. And he'd use the excuse of PTSD so he'd get away with it.

His wife would say the same, protecting him from anything that could possibly happen if Y/N leaked the truth.

But that was over now. It didn't matter. Y/N was never believed.

In a matter of a second, Y/N was on her feet, snapping her head back away from her furious grandmother, ripping out even more of her long, dark brown hair. It flowed past her butt and it was as slick as a foxes coat.

Y/N then did the only thing she could to get the woman away from her without fully hitting her. She kicked her in the stomach as hard as she could, hoping for the woman to back down.

But she didn't.

She came at her harder, "How dare you hit me, you little ***!" The woman shrieked, jumping on top of her again. This time, she started slapping her, clawing her, biting at her.

And then her grandfather came into view at the doorway, his eyes wide at what he was witnessing. And the first thing he saw was Y/N kicking his wife in the stomach, causing her to fall back into a bed post, breaking it right in half.

The bed wiggled but it didn't fall. The middle just slightly caved in.

"Theresa, that's enough!" The man raised his voice but it wasn't a yell. However, he knew talking wasn't going to do anything. Yet he did it anyways.

Her grandmother, Theresa, charged her again, pushing her back into her dresser, causing it to slam against the wall.

Y/N's breath left her body as her head crashed into the handle, immediately drawing blood.

And then her grandfather finally grabbed his wife, pulling her back, "That's enough!" He screamed now, throwing his wife out the door and standing in the way so she couldn't get past him. He then looked at Y/N, anger in his eyes, "Stay in here." He then shut the door.

Her phone went off again.

Y/N just stood there, breathing heavily as she did so. Everything in her body seemed to fail. Nothing seemed to work. Her anxiety was through the roof. She couldn't breathe. Her head started to pound as the blood dripped down her neck and down her back. She was wearing a white t-shirt and blue gym shorts. The blood was very noticeable.

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