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Age: 17
Name: Y/N L/N
Ethnicity: Y/C
Birth place: Italy ,Venice
Hobbies: singing, dancing, drawing, listening to music, eating, playing with Avdol's hair
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has never felt any love from her family.
She was used to the daily mental abuse from her parents. Her father never failed to hurt her, mentally and physically.
''Nothing is ever free, is it, my dear parents? Everything you ever give me is a debt, "remember who gave that to you, remember I did that for you."
Every conversation is a subtle competition you are never prepared to loose, for even the smallest of infractions can bring on your anger. You take all the love I give you like it is your right to have it, and in return show only the most superficial of understanding.
You dominate me, hurt me, wage war, when all I only ever wanted was love, understanding, peace. After your tantrums you make me work for your affection all over again, make me beg, taking my self esteem and burning it to ashes. I need your "permission" to be friends with people, you get antagonistic if I laugh too much. Is happiness offensive to you? Am I only allowed a certain quota before you drag me down once more?
In conversations you set out for victory, switching topics, portraying yourself as the victim, showing no empathy. In truth you are the bully, instilling fear, obligation and guilt, anything to fog up my mind, cloud my thinking. You manipulate, showboat and vent. You only allow appeasers and ego strokers into our lives. I have bitten my tongue these many years, poured love into you as the fixer-pleaser personality type I am, always wishing I could do more to help you. It is in these dark days, with heart smashed upon the floor, that I know you aren't capable of real love and you never were.
I can't fix you. I can either stay in misery or find a way out of this life that is killing my soul.''
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