You had run into the bathroom to escape the wrath of your mother. She was attacking you again, screaming profanities and calling you names. You had gotten used to this ever sense you had been outed by your 'best friend'. Best friend your ass, they had outed you knowing full well what would happen to you. You see, you were born into the wrong body. You had the mind of a boy, but were in the body of a girl. Your family never knew until you had been outed. They already had a strong dislike for you sense you never acted like "Our perfect little girl!". Anytime they bought you a dress, a skirt, make up of any sort and many other "girly" things you never used or wore them. 

{Slight trigger warning: Mentions of a panic attack and panic attack like symptoms. Skip ahead if you do not wish to read it}

Enough reminiscing on the past, things had picked up as your mom and began pounding on the door. You backed as far away as you could, slowly beginning to hyperventilate as panic set in. She was coming for you. She was at the door. She was mad. She was upset. She wanted you dead. You knew she wouldn't leave for a while so you fell onto your knees, trying to steady your breathing. You had slowly started crying as you held yourself tighter. The sound of your mother yelling at you like she wanted to kill you. The sound of her pounding onto the door like her life depended on opening the door. It all got too much for you as soon as the sound started being slowly drowned by your desperate breaths and the sound of your pounding heart.

You gripped onto the bathroom counter and forced your self up, throwing open the cabinet door. You were looking for something you had grown to know too well

{Trigger Warning!: Mentions of self harm and blood! Skip ahead if you do not wish to read it}  

You had found your trusted friend, your razor. You let yourself fall back onto the floor as your rolled up your sleeves, slowly letting your gaze roll over the old scars. You knew this wasn't going to help in the long run, but you needed some sort of control of your emotions. Some sort of control over yourself! So you began slicing your skin open with the razor, each cut leaving a small sting behind as you moved onto the next. You kept going and going, only stopping when the razor flew out of your hand. You looked at what you had done, tears in your eyes. Your arms were drenched in your own blood, that's why the razor had flown out of your hand, it was to slippery to hold onto. You shook your head a bit and picked the razor back up, staring at yourself on the shiny surface. Part of you felt that it was enough, the rest told you to continue, but else ware, your arms were too damaged. So you took off your pants and stared at your thighs before slicing them open too. Each cut stung worse than the one before, but you kept going until you felt you were done.

You placed the razor in the sink, aching as you stood up. You washed your arms and began wrapping them so the blood wouldn't get on your hoodie. You did the same to your thighs and put your pants back on. You closed the toilet seat and sat on the toilet, letting yourself adjust to the pain

{Trigger warning over, enjoy the rest of the story!}

You had sat on that toilet for what felt like hours before your mother and stopped. You still hadn't left out of fear she was just waiting for you out there. You blinked your eyes slowly as you were growing more tired by the second, but you refused to sleep.

Just after you had shut your eye and were in the middle of opening it, you saw what appeared to be a black cloak in front of you. In shock your eyes widened and followed the fabric up, only to be greeted with a skeleton with an unreadable expression on his face.

You jumped back slightly and frantically scanned the skeleton in robes in front of you. He had a skull tied to his hood by some rope along with some rope tied around his waist region. He was holding what appeared to be a scythe. That's when you understood. He was death and he had come to take you away from it all. 

Your eyes teared up a bit, staring at the man as you mentally thanked him for taking you out of this.

To your surprise he frowned slightly and made what appeared to be a tugging motion at your chest. You felt a slight ping of pain as you watched a glowing light blue heart slowly come out of your chest. The glow was very dim and the poor heart had so many cracks in it.

"That's your soul kiddo...." he had spoken which such a calm and soothing voice it shocked you a bit.

"My....My what?" you weren't sure if he wanted you to speak, but you wanted to know what he was talking about.

"Your soul. The very accumulation of your being, and from what I can see you and your soul have been through hell and back.." you heard him sigh a bit as he flipped something towards you

It was a yellow bar that read "HP: 0.1/20". You gasped a bit, realizing that your little stunt almost killed you.

"Is......That's mine, isn't it..?" he only nodded, putting your hp bar and soul back. 

"Look kiddo.....Life may be shitty now, but I can tell you, your time isn't for quite a few years. So don't go throwin' your li-" 

"NO!" you had interrupted him, causing him to stare at you in disbelief.

"No no no no" you teared up a bit "My life is shitty now and it always will be! Nothing can fix that! I just want it to be over with. I want the pain to be gone, the suffering..." you had began hugging yourself as you stopped speaking, trying to hold back the free falling tears.

You heard him sigh and shift a little before speaking 

"Alright, I get it. Going through this can't be easy....But, you can't make your time come sooner because of it. Look, tell you what. I'll come by every day so you have someone to vent to or what not, or just someone to hang out with. In return you have to promise me to refrain on hurting yourself, with Hp that low it'll take a while to heal. We got a deal?"

You looked up at him to see him slightly smiling, you couldn't help but smile back and nod. 

"Alright....I promise. Thank you Mr.Death"

"Oh, just call me Reaper"

You nodded and smiled a bit more "My names [Y/N] by the way"

"It was a pleasure to meet you [Y/N]"

You sighed a bit before opening your arms, hoping for a hug sense you were really touched starved and in the need for it. When you didn't feel him hug you, or hear him move you closed your arms,frowning a bit.

"Sorry Kiddo, if I touch you you'd die on the spot."

"Oh okay, sorry...."

You heard him chuckle a tiny bit

"Don't be sorry, here"

You looked up to see him taking off his cloak, revealing a plain white t-shirt and some grey sweats. He passed his cloak to you, making sure to avoid touching you.

"If you wanna hug me, just hug my cloak. It's something I wear often so it'll be pretty close to the real thing"

You took the cloak and smiled, holding it close to yourself before looking up at him

"Won't you need this though?"

"Nope. Got plenty of spares at home"

You nodded, smiling a bit. 

"Well, I've got to get going. Don't need my bro to worry about me being gone for too long" he chuckled a bit before waving slightly "See ya tomorrow kiddo"

You waved back as he slowly disappeared 

"Bye Reaper...and thank you.."

With that you tucked the cloak into your hoodie pocket and made a dash for your room, locking the door as you got inside. You crawled into bed and pulled the cloak out, holding it as you fell asleep.

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Second story! OoooOooo! Anyway, hope you enjoy and if you have other fanfic ideas let me know! 

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