(i fixed the spelling of the title)(hi there! welcome to my first story on this account! all the music at the top is from the playlist i made inspired by this book, all music follows the timeframe of when the chapter is.

i am still re-writing to make it actually in the 80s since i was lazy when origionally writing this, this chapter is in the year 1982, as well as for a while, you know how time works with the year and shit. 

just a few things before we start, there will not be regular updates, there will be lots of spelling errors, and please dont bully me for inaccuracy with lore and shit im lazy and just want to write. also i will put outfits and how y/n looks in this just because i want to.

please enjoy the probably short prolog im not sure how to spell that word.

words: 852

warnings: abuse)

your pov)

i watched trees go by, as i sat in the passanger seat of the old-ass car. im not sure how long weve been on the road for, i had my on-the-verge-of-breaking walkman on, playing one of the many mixtapes i had grabbed. It was currently playing angel witch by.. Well.. angel witch, its honestly a really good song, and jesus fuck the guitarist(is that spelt right?) is talented.

"h-y ----do--t---e--t--k?"

my mum tried to start a conversation with me. i couldnt hear what she was saying, so i just looked at her, keeping a mask of zero emotion on my face, then looked back to the passing trees. nothing interesting happened as we drove, so i let my mind wonder. My mind drifts to the event causing us to leave.

Flashback

glass shattered,

yelling,

Threats,

Crying,

Thump,

silence.

i memorised the noises in the house after years of having a shitty father. i knew what was happening. i was currently hiding in a closet(ironic i know). after a couple of minutes, i heared slow, quiet footsteps aproach where i was hiding.

"y/n? you can come out now.."

i nodded, even though i knew the person who spoke coulnt see me. the sliding doors of the closet slid open, bright lights blinding me. i crawled out from under the pile of old shoes and barely worn clothes on the rack, falling onto the ground fro a few seconds, then stood up, stretching my legs out. its been about 46 minutes ive been cooped up in that small closet, not long but still made my legs stiff.

i looked at the person standing in fornt of me. my mother. i loved my mother with a lot of my heart, she could tell that i dont try to be mean or cold and she knows that its just my brain stopping me from expressing emotions the right way, she knows i mean good, even if no one else can see it.

"mum, you.. your nose is bleeding.. il get some tissues."

her cheek was already bruising, her nose was bleeding, and her eyebrow was cut. she had bruisises forming on her frail aarms, it honestly isnt as bad as it usually is. i rushed to the neerby bathroom, grabbing a tissue box from the counter, as well as some dissinfective(that is horribly spelled, i can just tell.) whipes.

i walk back to my mum, giving her the tissues and cleaning the cut on her eyebrow. i then walk back in the bathroom and get a bandaid form one of the drawers, walk back to my mum and put the bandaid on the cleaned cut.

"what.. what happened?"

my voice was small, and didnt sound like a question, never does, for some reason.

"hes out cold. c'mon, pack your stuff, we are leaving this place, i found a appartment in hurricane, utah. i actually already arranged to live there around a while ago."

i looked back at her, after looking at the ground.

"isnt that place far?"

"yes, but its better than here."

i nod, then walk to my room, mumbling "anything is better than here" as i walk. I grabed my backpack and a duffle bag form the closet. i put all my clothes, and books, and everything i coulld into the duffle bag. Then shoved a shit tone of mixtapes, my camera, note book, the book im currently reading, spare baterys, a couple of knives, my sketchbook, and some art supplies into my backpack.

i walk downstairs, after grabbing my electric guitar and the amp and bringing the bags downstairs, as well as my shitty,falling appart skateboard. i put the stuff on the kitchen table, then walk to my mum's room, helping her pack. she had more stuff than me, so she had more bags as well as a couple of boxes.

as she packs some food, i take all the boxes down to the car, it all fitting easily. i close trunk(unsure if its called that) door, then walk back upstairs.

"here, take these down."

there were two coolers, probably full of food for the trip. i nod, after saying i would take them in a sec. i walk into mu parents's room, quickly finding father's stash of money, i take all of it, which is about 435 dollars (✨money✨) and stuffing the money into the pockets of my pants.

i then take the coulers down, they were by far the heavyest out of eveyrthign, somehow. the coolers, i put in the backseat. my mum walks down the steps, just as i close the door.

"ready to go?"

"yeah."

i hop into the passanger seat as we set out. i take one final look at the hlise i grew up in. a smile, though small, grew across my face. we were leaving. we were actually leaving.

end of flashback

we werent on the highway anymore, instead pulling into a parking lot. guess we are here. my mum gto out of the car, and walked into the apartment. a couple of minutes later, she walked back out, walking to my side of the car.

"i have the keys. lets go."

she said through the window i just now realise is halfway down. i nod, opening the door of the car.

there we go, edited version.