twisted love (yan genderbend six x reader) soulmate au

𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞

3rd person(Gore and swearing warning)

Glancing lazily at the time, a girl with e/c sighed. She looked at her closet as it stood there, waiting to be open. Taking her time she sat up. Her mind told her there was no need to rush, after all, they all judged her, no matter how much she tried. She looked at the clothes. She wore clothes to hid her figure, as to not drawn in to much attention at the family gathering. She grabbed her keys and phone and left. She knocked on her parents house, the sound of music filled the crisp cold air. Her mother open the door, like her daughter she had e/c eyes, but unlike her daughter they had no dark circles underneath. "You're late. You know how much this event means to me!" The woman's squeaky voice said out to her daughter with no look of care in her eyes. "And?" She rudely spat out as she remember all the things her mother had done to her.. The mother huffed and let the young lady in. She watched as her mother put on a sickly fake smile on her face. Huffing she pulled out a small flask that was in her pocket.

The bitter taste of alcohol filled her mouth, she watched as her father hit up her aunt. She rolled her eyes and went on her search for the alcohol. She finally found the good stuff, better drunk than sober at places like this. She didn't want to be there, she wanted to be at the house. Even though it was falling apart, cold, not suitable to live in. "Hello, dear." She glanced over at her Grandmother a ghost smile formed on her lips. "Hey Gran." She said as she took a sip of the strong drink, she hated that one of the two people in her family had to see her act like this. She listened as the older woman talked about things that was happening her life, but soon she was all alone. She sneakily filled her flask up and got herself a second drink. Her mind was getting more numb to the hated that was being given to it's host. Though not numb enough but to not wish it was somewhere else.

The dreadful event dragged on and on. She was glad when she could leave. She walked out and shook her head, trying to shake the drunkenness that filled her mind. Walking home, she stayed on the path, the sounds of multiple footsteps behind her, got louder and louder. Until she was grabbed by her father. "Get of me!" She shouted as she tried to get the man's hold on her off. Her mind was now getting more alert and panicking, no words left the man lips as he dragged her to an old mould filled house. A car was parked in front. She felt a blunt forced hit her stomach, she let out a scream of pain. She started to scream for help on the top of her lungs as her mind tried to find of way of getting out of this life and death situation. Two louds snaps filled the tense air. A blood curling scream came out, of the girls mouth. Birds flew off in panic. She looked at her arms, twisted in multiple ways.

Roped were tied to them, which were also tied to the car. Her heart snuck as she realised she would never been able to see the people she care about again. She watched as her mother, father and her uncle and aunt hoped in the car. Laughing and snickering as they looked at her weak form. Tears ran down her cheeks like waterfalls, in her mind she cursed out them. The sound of the car starting filled the panic filled mind of the girl. The lights nearly blinding her, "150 miles, bitch!" Her uncle laughed as he took a photo off her. The car started to move, forcing the girl to run we if, as the fate followed her was be too painful to image. Her legs felt numb, as she tried to run as fast as the car. Her legs tripped over a rock, sending her body down. A loud cracking and screaming sound filled the air, alerting all the neighbours. The car didn't stop, a flow of blood followed it. They reached the starting point, they went out the car. Expecting to see their daughter alive. They looked at her and thought she was just pretending. A pour of acid was poured on her, no sound escaped the mangled body. Her neck was hanging on by threads, cuts, burns and holes covered her body. Most of her bones broken.

They grabbed some gasoline and poured on her. Fire spread over the girl, like water from a water fall. After they deemed it long enough, they out put the fire off and grabbed a hammer and smash her body to bits, blood covered the ground, two of them left to grabbed, stuff from the house. Half of her body was put in a meat grinder, and the other part was smashed to bits. They placed all the mess in a bath tub. As if it was all supposed to be a prank. "On the count of three we say you've been pranked. We got her so good!" The sounds of the police stopped them on saying in. Confusion filled their eyes. They soon found themselves being handcuffed. "You're under arrest for first class murder!" They started to plead it was all a harmless prank, and that the she would wake up. No response. They watched as police walked to the tub, that they placed in front of the house. The house faded into the distance.

One of the police men, nearly dropped their torch as they saw the content of the tub. The young girl no longer recognizable, it was far to late. It was clear it was, the so called 'prank' was planned for a long time. After months of testing, and some friends and family getting out of shock the court room was filled with the young girls friends and family. And friends of her aunt, uncle, mother and her father. Pictures of the dead girl was shown. All eyes followed after hearing they four of them would be going to prison for the rest of their lives. A funeral was planned shortly after, a picture of the young girl was there. No open casket, as the remains of her were burnt to ash's. No of them knew that the spirit of the girl was trying to stop them from crying, oh how she wished she could hold them, She watched as she grandmother and grandad, sob. She tried to hug them, but her arms went through them. They placed flowers at her grave, it began to rain. As they left. She couldn't hug her close ones.

She fell to her knees and sobbed for them to not leave her alone. Pain filled her body. She tried to shout for them, no words escaped her mouth. She couldn't see them anymore, yet she still tried to shout for them to come back and not leave her all alone. She hated the feeling in her chest. She tried to stand up, but her legs were to weak. Her arms to much in pain to move. All she could do was cry and scream, even though nothing could hear and see her. She watched as visitors. there loved ones. She screamed louder as she felt more scared, she tried to stand up. Yet, no movement came. She wished it was all a nightmare, but she knew she couldn't lie to herself. The rain never stopped. She sobbed and shouted more, as no one was around. Not that it made any difference. She was a scared and awfully tired.

Yet, she could not go to peace. Not after what happened to her. Her lungs felt like they were going to explode. But, she didn't stop. All she wanted was to be at home.