yandere "new family" rewrite.
You were awoken by the loud and annoying ringing of your alarm. You were still tired from working during the weekend and to make matters worse, you could feel a slight ache in your throat when you swallowed. Annoyed, you ran a hand over your face before sighing deeply, taking a moment to mentally prepare yourself for another week, before getting up with a grunt.
You weren't surprised to see that your mum wasnt home. She barely ever was. Always either out partying or sleeping over at some strangers house. At this point, you weren't really bothered by it any more.
You moved from the bedroom to the living room /kitchen where you quickly packed yourself an apple for school and made yourself a bowl of cereal. You sighed deeply as you sat down to eat your food. You were fucking miserable right now. Despite spring finally coming closer and bringing the first sunny days of the year, everything was still cold. The apartment was cold, your food was cold and you were cold. This just fucking Sucked.
After eating, you quickly brushed your teeth and hair and picked out your outfit for today. You didnt have many options, and none of them were very cute, if you were honest, so, despite your best efforts, you ended up looking like a mess. Your clothes were way to big on you and visibly beat up, you insecurely tugged on them as you examined yourself in the mirror.
You always took the train to school and today was no different. You tried to hide yourself a bit, but the wind still sent shivers down your spine as it blew across the station, you tried to distract yourself a bit by scrolling on your phone. Another shiver ran down your spine, this time not from the cold, when you read the news through the cracked phone. Another person had gone missing. It was always the same story, a minor dissapers on their way home in the evening . You were so preoccupied with with your phone, that you didn't notice the woman, only a couple of meters away, sneaking a photo of you.
Or the way she folowed you into the train
Your first class of the day was English. Double period from 08:45 to 10:05 after that, you had one period of math your first break and then irish, double period home ec lunch, history, art and then, finnaly, music. The day dragged by slowly, you were tired and hungry. But, at 15 :40, the bell finally rang dismissing you from school. You were saying bye to your friends at the gate, when one of them, Sarah, invited you and another friend of yours, Rachel, to come study with her for an upcoming math quiz. You made up a bullshit excuse about your mum being strict and not allowing you to hang out after school. In truth she couldn't care less where you were and what you were doing, but you needed to get to your job now so you had no time to hang out.
The walk to your job always scared you a bit . Despite it still being light out and not that late in the day yet, the dark alleyways and narrow streets had you holding your bag a little tighter, especially now that three people had gone missing across the country,.
You arrived five minutes early at 15:55, greeting your favourite co-worker, RÃan, eagerly. After that you quickly retrieved your apron from the break room and put away your schoolbag.
Tuesday was much the same, passing by you in the way that ordinary days tend to do. Perhaps if you had payed a little more attention, you would have noticed the same woman from the train station following you, learning your schedule and taking photos.
Wednesday was half day, you used it to tidy your apartment before your shift and try to study a bit, though you knew deep down that this was nothing but wasted effort. There was no way you would ever be able to catch up on the distance your classmates had gained in you. Between work and the apartment, you simply didn't have enough time
On Thursday, it was time for the dreaded math quiz. Despite your best efforts yesterday, it wasn't enough and you knew that the grade would be awful. With each minute that ticked by without any progress, your stomach twisted up a little tighter and your heart beat and little louder, until you could practically feel it in your entire body, shaking you like a jack hammer.
You ended up having to wipe away tears on your way to work that day.
Friday though, was way better. Friday had always been your favourite day. Not just because it marks the end of your school week, but because of art class, your last double period of the day,. You were completely lost in your mind as you let your paintbrush glide across your paper. The golden glow of the evening along with the hushed voices of your classmates created a rare moment of calm for you, that let you get completly lost and forget about life for a while.
But all good things must come to an end. The bell ringing brought you back to reality quickly and abruptly, as you realized that you would need at least ten minutes to pack this all back up. Frantically you tried to sort everything back to where it needs to be, but despite your best efforts by the time your done, your eleven minutes behind schedule.
Usually, you would always try to remain vigilant on your way to work, but today you were speed walking and mentally preparing yourself for being scolded for your tardiness. You didn't notice the car standing on the alley with its or the footsteps behind you until it was to late. Faster than you could react, you were being grabbed and held in place from behind while another person shoved a cloth over your mouth.
You tried your best not to breathe in the stinking chemicals, but it was no use. You could practically feel the way each second robbed you of your consciousness more and more. Like one wave after the other crashing over your head and forcing your deeper into the depths. You were out in under a minute.
Sean was both excited and terrified. Him and his husband, cillian, were sitting on the bed looking through photos from their order. The two of them had always wanted children, but between his criminal past and his husband's past struggles with substance abuse, adoption agencies weren't willing to work with them.
So they had found an alternative. It was an 'adoption agency ' from the dark Web. It had started out in Poland but recently axpanded to Ireland as well.
They had picked out three beautiful children from a catalogue that had been sent to them. The agency goes around looking for ones that would be easy to rehome, and puts together a very small description of them as well as providing a photo . They had picked out two boys, Michael and tadgh, and one girl, yn,. Their children had been picked based mostly on appearances, the initial descriptions that the agency provides are, admittedly, quite lacking. Based off of instagram posts, youtube subscriptions and whatever else they can scrape together.
But they had paid for the agency to send them pictures and and little storys about their days, a way for them to feel a little closer to them and learn more about them. Everyday, they would eagerly await these little updates. They hadn't met any of you yet, but their hearts were already so full of love for you three, that it almost hurt to have to spend another day without you.
Sean kept bouncing his leg, unable to stay still with the way his stomach was doing acrobatics inside of him. Until eventually he got up to check your rooms for the nth time. Three doors, each with a beautiful name on it, they had picked them out carefully for their little angels, wanting to make sure that everything was as perfect as you deserved.
Arlo's was decorated in dark reds, his favourite colour, and had posters of his favourite musicians on the walls. The agency had bugged their phones, which is how they learned about Arlo's love of music, listening to hours of Spotify everyday. A love that he shares with his father, Sean thought, smiling a bit.
Cillians voice startled him slightly, though it was always soft and sweet "everything is going to be alright darling, stop worrying so much." his husband soothed "I know, but I just wanna check everything one last time." he replied. "I know my love. I'm nervous too."
Next was junipers room. This time they both stepped inside. They had decorated their only daughters room in her favourite colour as well and he had painted some artwork to hang up in it. Her love of painting had surprised him in the best way when they found out about it. It was something that he could relate too. Painting had always been his way of processing his life, and when he turned his life around, it had helped him to find his way back into society.
The last room was Finn's, their oldest. His favourite colour was yellow and artwork from his favourite books decorated his walls. As well as large bookshelves with a carefully curated selection of books that they had picked out for him.
The last place they went to, was the basement. They both hated the thought of having to keep their babies here, but the agency had strongly recommended keeping them in a safe location for the first couple of nights to prevent them from harming themselves or their new family.
They had gotten a new bed frame for down here, as well as a soft rug, another painting he had made and giant bean bag,, determined to make the best of the situation.
Then finally, their doorbell rang. A second later he got a text, their order was being delivered.
