Some random Evan/C.C stories

"It's not his fault!!"

TW!!
This story contains:Heavy abuse,cutting,mentions of su!c!de

I heavily advise you to not read this is you are uncomfortable reading this

Evan's POV

"I-I'm sorry!" "Next time listen to me you little brat!" "N-No,d-don't hurt me!"
She hit my head with the side of a knife very hard,I almost passed out after she hit me but then she continued to hit me. She beat me pretty hard this time,harder than the last. This started happening when I dropped her favourite plate that grandma gave her before she died. Mother really liked it and I broke it by accident and she hasn't stopped abusing me ever since. I was in my room alone,I looked at my dresser and open the top one and inside I grab my pencil sharpener and unscrew the blade. "It's not like they'll see my wrists again..." I slowly make small deep cuts on my arms and then they started bleeding. Someone knocked on my door after the 6th cut on my right arm. "Evan? Are you alright?" I hear father say before opening the door. I quickly hide the blade and hide my wrists. "Yeah I'm fine! Why are you asking?" "Your mother told me that you broke her favourite plate last week." "It was an accident... I didn't mean to drop it." "Well next time just be more careful alright?" "Okay..." Father leaves and shuts the door. I walk to the door and lock it and then I grab the blade again and continue my cuts until my arms are covered in blood. I grab my bandages out of my dresser drawer and start bandaging my arms. (I don't want them to see that I cut myself or I'd end up with another therapist.) I quickly grab my sticky notes and write "not hungry tonight" and I quietly open my door,place the note on the front of my door and go back in and lock it. Maybe tonight I'll hang myself... (Stop thinking about that,I can't do this to myself,think about Him,He wouldn't like me anymore if he found out.) I put the blade away hidden so that no one can find it besides myself. My Fredbear plush sits on my bed even though I haven't put it there. "H-How did you get out of the toy box?" I slowly walk towards my plush and pick it up. "You shouldn't be out of there I'm going to get I trouble is they find you here again!" I go to the door and unlock it,I open the door and I find Michael standing at the door. "You're still awake but not hungry?" "I found Fredbear on my bed again so I was going to go put him back." "I'll put it back because if she sees you out again,she's going to beat you up again." "Thanks Mikey but I have to do it myself also I can fit in the vents anyways." "I know you can fit in the vents but it's still dangerous Evan and you're just a kid." "I just...don't want you to get hurt from her like me..." "No I'll take him for you,you're too important to me okay?" "Okay..." Michael takes Fredbear and puts him back while I lay on my bed trying to fall asleep but then I remember what Michael's ''friend'' did to me last month. "N-No stop!" "Calm down it'll be fine~" "S-Stop it! It hurts!" I started to cry silently while trying to forget what happened. I slowly drift off to sleep.

(635 words     I know this book is lame but it keeps me entertained while I reread it haha! Anyways just keep quiet and don't tell him what's happening)