"Levi, Help Me!!"

Chapter 1- Father No

Readers POV

Ever since mother died from that terrible disease, things have been different around here. Home doesn't seem like home anymore. It seems darker and duller than usual. And father... well, father has changed. He has changed a lot. Ever since that day, he beat me, telling me that it was all my fault that she died, that it was my fault that we were down here- in the underground. Despite only being 5, I didn't know what was going on. All I know is that I didn't like it one bit.

Time skip (your 16th birthday)

Finally, my 16th birthday. The only time where my father is nice to me. I woke up and rubbed my eyes, before sighing a sigh of relief. I turned my body so that my bare feet were touching the cold hard floor from my most uncomfortable bed. I got changed into my usual black leggings and black vest with a white over shirt. I styled my (h/l) (h/c) into a high ponytail. (If your hair is short then leave it down). Then there was a shout:

"(Y/N)". It was father. I was pleased it was my birthday. The only time father would not abuse me to any extent. "It's time to go", he shouted down. I grabbed a white rose (that was already wilting) and placed a black jacket over my shoulders. I closed my bedroom door before I walked down the creaky staircase. Then, both me and father left. We walked through a couple of alleyways before reaching our destination. A small dingy graveyard. We looked around and found mothers grave. I went to place down my flower that I managed to steal from those pesky shop owners. Father stood behind me, his light brown hair flowing in the slight wind that was received here in the underground, and his steel blue eyes staring at me as I did so. I walked away from the grave that held my mothers dead body from 11 years ago. I allowed father to have some alone time with her and waited outside the small graveyard. The next thing I knew, I was being dragged home by my hair. My scalp burning from it. When we did get home father locked the door after throwing me on the cold floor. It hurt my hand slightly, but I got over the pain. After all, I have had much worse.

"Father?" I asked. I knew something was wrong, something had triggered this, but why today. Today was my birthday, the only day that he wouldn't lay a finger on me. I got up from the floor, only to be pushed back down once again. His back now turned towards me, I decided it be best to stay there. He was getting angry, and I was oblivious as to why  he was like this today of all days.

"I'm sick (Y/N)" I heard a small whisper. "I'm sick of everything you have put me through (Y/N)" his back still turned, a slight raise in his voice this time. He then turned around with sudden movement. His steel blue eyes now bloodshot. His hair now a mess.

"You hear- (Y/N). I'm sick of you. I'm sick of being down here. I'm sick of having to put up with the grief. And do you know who's fault this is?" he asked. I did not answer so he said again, anger clearly shown, his voice raised. "DO YOU KNOW WHOS FAULT THIS IS (Y/N)? hmmm? ANSWER ME!!". he retrieved a small knife from his brown leather boots before holding it to my neck. I decided best to answer him otherwise I could be alive one minute and dead the next.

"Mine" I answered with a gulp. "Correct answer." Father said, becoming slightly insane. He took the knife away from my neck. I then got the courage to stand up before shouting.

"Father, why today. Don't you remember today is my birthday. Why today of all days. And to think I thought you actually cared about me one day every year. Father, I despise you!!" I shouted at him. I felt brave but at the same time slightly terrified of what the outcome would be. He looked at me with a murderous glint. He came walking toward me with the knife very slowly. Then there was a knock at the door. I began screaming. "Father, no, stop." The knocking turned into banging. At this point, father was about to stab me right in the heart saying "You can be with your precious mother now. This means I don't have to worry about a spoilt brat like you." Then, finally, before father could stab me, someone burst the door open, charging toward father, knocking the knife out of his hand. The knife came towards me still, but cut a deep gash in the side of my stomach. Red, crimson liquid came gushing out of my side, covering the floor. I could feel myself become lightheaded. I began to think. 'Why did i deserve this. To be bullied for the rest of my life.' I dropped to the floor, looking st the scene before me. Words were blurred but I could see father being knocked out flat. I wanted to reach out for father but realised why we were like this. "Father, I hate you" I whispered before seeing the man from before walking up to me. His raven black hair was the last thing I seen before I dozed off.

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Here is the first chapter of this book. I finally got round to writing this book, and hope you guys enjoy this story. I'm sorry if it seems short, but this was just a kind of introduction. Other chapters will more than likely be longer.

Also, if you haven't already, please do go and read my other story "My Last Drop of Sanity". Anyway, as some of you may know, this book is on a trial, if people enjoy this book I will delete my now drafted book (My Darkest Days- A Levi X Suicidal reader AU) but if this story isn't then i will un-draft it and delete this one.

As always, comments and votes are welcome... and I hope you enjoy this first chapter.

Your friendly Cinnamon Stick :P