A short TW before this chapter starts <3

This chapter will be written in the first person, from Treevan's perspective. This chapter includes: mentions of suicide, self harm, abuse, very gory details and eating disorders.

If any of the things listed above triggers you, please skip a chapter ahead <3

Also, all new people will get an intro after this is done, not like I usually write them, but I still hope you'll enjoy.

I wake up. I don't see her anymore. "Mom?" I manage to quietly stutter. In my head, her face is blurry. "Dad?" Same thing goes for him.

I stand up, tears stream down my face.

But...

Who really am I?
What am I?

I run around. I run and run. I trip.

It's black. All black.

"Mom? Dad? Please!" I yell. My voice is sobby. So pathetic. I'm pathetic.

I let out a hitched breath, as I realized, I'm in the middle of nowhere. No village to be seen, just trees.

I whimper in fear as I look around.

No one.

Absolutely No one.

I faint at the realization.

After some time I wake up in a random house.

I look around. I smell food.

"Oh look, you woke up." A friendly woman smiled at me. She was an elf.

"Mom? Who is this? Is this my new brother??" A girl's voice appeared. She looked my age, also about 200-300 years old.

"Yeah, I found him in the forest. Poor fairy. That's why we don't like fairies, but you. Most fairies are rude, but I don't believe you are. Call me Mom."

My... Mom?? A new mom? I hope she isn't like my real mom. I hope she won't beat me when I eat too much.

I hope.

I fucking Hope.

"Oh! Oh! I'm Keevan!! Do you have a name??"

No. No I don't. I was always called, 'project 9'.

"N-no.."

"Well, your new name is Treevan now. You can't choose otherwise!" The girl — Keevan — said.

"I wouldn't want another name anyway. I like Treevan." I nodded.

"Lets eat!" Keevan said.

EAT
.
.
.
?

I'm —  not — allowed to eat.

Otherwise she'll kill me. She'll cut open my stomach and rip all my organs out. She'll hang me on a rope. She'll cut open my wrists. She'll make it look like suicide. I know her.

I  k n o w  t h a t  s t u p i d  o l d  b i t c h

I have to stay skinny. I have to weigh under 20 kilograms.

"Ah no.. I'm not hungry."

"But you look so.. boney?? I can see All of your bones. That is not healthy. You will eat. I'll force you."

Oh no.

We went down and I ate for the first time in some years.

It felt good.

"Thanks, Keevan.. and.. mom."

If felt weird saying that.

· Flashback to Treevan's birthday in his old home ·

She punched me. Over and over. Again and again.

"If you eat again, I'll make sure to hang you and make it look like suicide you fucking dumb bitch. I hope you fucking rot you unwanted child.'

I didn't even cry. This wasn't one of the worst things she said.

I went back to my room, and got my hidden blade.

I cut and cut. It felt good. Something other than guilt pleased my brain.

Now that my wrists and thighs were completely cut open,

I wanted to feel even better.

I took the rope my mom always threatened me with, and Hung it to the ceiling.

I got up on a chair and put the rope around my neck.

I heard my mother's footsteps.

I quickly got down and hid from her.

"You fucking cunt. Come out. Its just the knife you like so badly that you fucking depressive Attention seeking shit use to cut open your wrists and thighs."

I cried. I was scared.

· end of flashback ·

Keevan took my arm and looked at my wrist.

"Are.. are you okay, Treevan? You know you can talk to me, right?"

No. No why did I fucking let her see this. No no no. My wrists look like I played fruit ninja on them.

"Yeah" I pulled my arm away, roughly.

It was that time of the year again.

My birthday

"

Happy birthday, Treevan!!!"

Yeah yeah whatever. It's the same every year. I eat and get beat up.

But maybe my cruel fate changes this year.

I don't know. But I have a good feeling.

Keevan looked at me, and then hugged me. "Your bad fate changes here, Treevan. You're free here. With me. Do you want to go outside and meet my friends?" Keevan looked me in the eyes.

I nodded.

She grabbed my hand and pulled me outdoors, There were many creatures.

One of them was another elf. She looked at me and smiled. Shit, she was so pretty.

I blushed and smiled back.

"Hi Treevan, Keevan told me about you. I'm Arwen. Daughter of the King."

"Hi Arwen. Nice to meet you."

I stuttered.

Arwen took my hand and pulled me with her to the swings. The whole afternoon I only played with her.

Until some weeks later.

"WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN SHES DEAD?"

I yelled, tears streaming down my face.

"I'm sorry Treevan. I truly am." Keevan tried to hug me, but I pushed her away and ran into the woods. What the fuck.

I returned some hours later back again, I was more calm now.

· Treevans mind now ·

As I saw that human. She reminded me of Arwen. I couldn't stand looking at her. She was too pretty.

So I told my sister and sat down on a tree until she woke up. She looked like Arwen. Maybe this is a sign from the universe? I need to have this Human. If I didn't get Arwen, I need her.

· Treevan backstory ·

I was trained how to use my powers, and it was amazing.

I felt free for once.