I woke up not screaming or panicking, for the first time in a long time. I decided to unlock her chains, since she was still asleep, so I decided to make breakfast for us. "Why does she have to go through all of this? She hasn't done anything to deserve all of this. Is it because of me? If I hadn't decided to sit next to her.. Maybe she wouldn't have to suffer? This is all my fault. I'm so stupid!" As I thought of all this, I realized the eggs I had made were close to burning, and I quickly turned the stove off. When breakfast was ready, I went to go take her some, and the door was locked. "Y/N?" I said and knocked on the door. No answer. "Y/N?" I said, a little louder. Still no answer. I was starting to get worried. "Y/N are you okay in there?" I asked. After awhile, I heard sobbing, coming from her. It broke my heart hearing her cry. "Y/N please open up." I asked, trying not to cry myself. I started to panic, because it was not like her to be this upset. She had always been the happiest person to be around. "P-Please g-go a-away." She said faintly. "Y/N you're worrying me. "If you don't open this door right now, I'm gonna have to knock it down." I told her. After 2 minutes, she said nothing, and her sobs were getting louder. "Okay then. Here goes nothing." I thought to myself. I backed myself up, and ran into the door. It budged, barely. "Ouch!" I said, my arm felt sore. I backed up again, ran into the door, and I fell on my face. It opened. I tried to get up quickly, but my arm hurt so much. "Oooow." I groaned. I looked up at her. She was backed up against the wall. Her arms were crossed over her chest, and she was crying her eyes out. I quickly got up, and ran over to her. She looked up at me, and tried to back away from me, which obviously didn't work. "Y/N, hey its okay, its okay." I told her trying to soothe her. I pulled her in for a hug. "Oow." She said, still crying. Her breathing was uneven and she was shaking like crazy. I pulled away. I tried to put her arms down, but she wouldn't let me. "I'm so sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry." She said, and she kept repeating it. I slowly pulled her arms away from her chest, and there was blood coming from them. She had cut herself. "I-I'm s-so sorry!" She told me, and started to cry some more. I pulled her into a hug again. "Sssh, sssh. It's okay, it's okay." I told her softly, crying myself. "M-My ch-chest hurts." She choked. "Sssh. Breathe, breathe. Okay?" I said to her. She nodded slowly. "In... Out... In... Out..." I told her as I did the same, and slowly her breathing became close to normal again. She dug her head into the crook of my neck, still crying, and rubbed her back trying to calm her. After a long while I decided to speak up." Why?" I asked her. "I-I f-feel so alone." She told me. "N-Nobody l-loves me, not even my own d-d.. I mean f-father, and he only p-person who has loved me was my m-mother a-and she s-she..." She broke into tears again, and clung to me. I held her tighter. After a while, she calmed down, and I decided to speak up. "But, I love you." I blurted out. She sat up and looked at me a little shocked. I bravely continued. "And, no one as pretty as you should be hurting themselves. Okay?" I told her. We looked at each other for what seemed like ages, and I leaned in and kissed her passionately and she kissed back. Then we finally broke away. "O-Okay." She told me, and she hugged me again, and I hugged back.

Later

I had bandaged her arms up and we were sitting on the couch in the living room. We were watching an old Disney movie I had found in the attic in the house. She put her head on my shoulder, and I smiled. As the movie was coming to its end I realized she was falling asleep, and I was getting pretty tired myself. A minute or so later I heard her softly snoring. I slowly picked her up bridal style, and put her back in bed. Since I couldn't go back to sleep, I went up to the attic to explore. Earlier when I went to go look for some movies, to watch I saw a few boxes that looked pretty important. So, I walked over to see what they were. As I dug through the the boxes I came across some baby pictures of me and old family pictures. Weird how we almost looked like a perfect family.

Then I came across, what looked like, an old letter. I blew off the dust and started to read:

My dearest,

I'm sorry for my past actions on you and this entire family. I've been a terrible husband and father. This letter will probably just make me look even worse than before, which seems impossible at this point. This letter is simply to explain some things, about my actions, and their consequences. My boss told me to make contact with the fabled underworld, otherwise known as hell. He told me to follow the orders of the god of this world, whatever the cost. So, as you can tell, I have done so far, and I had a point to follow his orders my love. He had said, that if I didn't me and my own family would have to suffer the consequences. My dearest, I don't expect you to grant me forgiveness, but I still have my deepest regrets, and I am deeply sorry.

With Love,

Jeremy

I was shocked, and couldn't move. I quickly folded the letter back up and I left the attic. When I got back to her room she was sleeping. I smiled a little, and headed to the bed. I looked at her sleeping body. "I won't fail you Y/N, I promise." I whispered to her. She smiled in her sleep, and I smiled back. Then she squirmed to the other side, and I squeezed in. I hugged her from the back and kissed her on the cheek. "I love you." I whispered. I slowly fell asleep.