AsexualCannibal

It was a dark day in January when they told you the news. 10 year old you was waiting in the pouring rain by your school, waiting for your parents to pick you up. They were never this late, and you couldn't help but shift a little as you watched every car that drove past you with hope. Every (color) car you saw approaching the school always made you disappointed as the turned out to be someone other than your parents. You were going to have a nice family weekend, go visit your aunt and uncle in (town) and just have fun. You were mostly excited to see your aunt, not really your uncle. He was always so cold, and you hated the way he looked at

You sighed as you walked into your next class, a large ball of nervousness forming in your belly. You knew he knew where you lived, as once you were taking out the trash after your uncle had refused to give you dinner you saw Alfred and his friends walk past you. But not before telling you your house looked like shit and that suited you. Alfred said something about being surprised about you not living in a dumpster. But he couldn't come over. He would know something was up because of the stench that was slowly filling the house. You scolded yourself for not disposing of your uncle's body sooner. You only really had one choice in the matter,

Right, so the bully story from mangafan23 (https://www.deviantart.com/mangafan23) really inspired me to write this, so yeah, there are going to be a few similarities. Sorry, I hope that's okay! I am going to a kind of a dark direction with this one though. Not quite yet, but you'll get what I mean later (the title is kind of a hint). There are a few triggering things in this story and it will get worse as it goes on, so reader's discretion is advised. And yes, I am going to continue that Bully!America x Bullied!Reader later on, I've just kind of run out of ideas for that one. It wasn't quite as clear in my mind as this one is. I already know how it's going to end... Sorry th

“I want to help my friends from their terrible fates...” A voice said, barely above a whisper. The owner of the voice sighed. “Though I don't know if it's possible...” You had never been a normal child. You were oddly quiet and you didn't play with the other children. You were perceived as a loner, a lone wolf, which was true. Your mother died when she gave birth to you and your father committed suicide when you were eight years old. You didn't cry, you weren't scared, you predicted it. Even when his blood splattered all over your face, you remained stoic. He had committed suicide right in front of you. You called the

My mother told me that when I was very young, I had my first psychic vision. I always saw a man walking with us when we were walking in the forest. Our house was near a peaceful and a beautiful forest, so we took every day walks there. But when I asked my mother about him or tried to talk to him, she would furrow her eyebrows and look around, while she didn’t see any one, I could see the man so clearly that I am still able to make out of my memories his big nose and his gentle grin, along with his fancy suit. He appeared very young, he looked like he was maybe in his early twenties or so. As I grew older I started to see him more frequ

Entied to be together forever. To be seperated never. However our relationship may form, We'll march together through any storm. I think I was destined to be born, So I could never be from you torn. Let's fly away together, Destined to be forever.