Monster Girl Quest: I Will Never Feel Anything Else Until My Wounds Are Healed

Chapter I - So If I Survive, Then I'll See You Tomorrow

Author POV

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Father: *Banging on Y/N's bedroom door* Y/N! OPEN THE GODDAMN DOOR, DAMMIT! DON'T MAKE ME KICK THIS FUCKING DOOR IN! WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU THINKING?! DESTROYING MY BELONGINGS YOU PUECE OF SHT?!

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Currently sitting on his bed with a notebook in his lap, Y/N read the haiku he had written earlier to himself.

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"Years of agony
False words of a parent's love
We perish tonight"

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With a deep sigh, Y/N tossed his notebook to the side before calmly reaching to his side as his father pounded on the door more violently. Now in his hands was his father's six shooter gun. Slowly focusing his eyes on the door and aiming the revolver with a calm and cold, lifeless expression, Y/N finally spoke.

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Y/N: Go ahead, you sick washed up ex cop. Kick that fucking door open. Come beat my ass like the drunken, deadbeat dad you are. I got a little surprise for you when you do...

Father: YOU UNGRATEFUL-

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With that, his father kicked at the door but Y/N didn't flinch once. He sat there calmly on his bed and the moment the door busted open and his father took one step into the bedroom, a loud bang echoed through Y/N's room followed by a loud thud. Taking a moment of silence, Y/N stood up from his bed and walked over to the man he had just killed with a single precise shot to the head. After that, Y/N slowly walked through the house, taking a moment to reflect on the past. How did it get to this? His father was once a loving and respectable man and then mom disappeared. He then remarried and once his little step sister was born, their father got more violent. Then his new mother divorced him and abandoned Y/N alone with his father without a second thought.

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Shaking his head with a sigh, Y/N walked throughout the desecrated house. Appliances were thrown and smashed on the ground. Family portraits were ripped apart and oven's glass was shattered all over the kitchen floor. In his father's room, his clothes were ripped and thrown all around the place. Everything in the house lay in absolute ruin; all a part of Y/N's ultimate goal of ending everything once and for all. Grabbing the keys to the backyard shed, Y/N grabbed the gas canisters inside and dumped the contents everywhere in the house. Once that was done, Y/N grabbed a lighter and set fire to the house before calmly sitting down on the living room couch, the revolver again clutched tightly in his hands. As he stared down at it, the flames engulfed the entire house, cutting off any potential escape.

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Y/N: *Cocks the hammer back* It's too late to have doubts. It's this or burning alive. Better to just get it over with like you planned.

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With a relaxed exhale, he raised the barrel to his head and with the understanding that everything would finally end. That the pain would finally come to a halt and that he'll never have to worry about being abused or bullied ever again, a single tear of relief ran down his face before another loud bang was heard...

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However, something felt off. His body felt the burning rays of the sun shining down upon him. Shooting his eyes open and jolting up, a groan escaped his mouth as a splitting headache began from the left side of his head, the same side he had just shot himself. Quickly putting a hand on his head, Y/N looked at his hand and saw a small amount of blood dissolving and once it had disappeared completely, so did his headache. He then looked around and found himself in a strange land.