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Once in my life time, I was a princess. Everybody I laid my eyes upon fell in love with me. I had a loving family, only dressed in the nicest clothing and I was happy. I was 9 then. Now, I'm a 24 year old bookauthor, just broke up with my financé and I am all alone. Ok not all alone. I have a few friends, just no family. Now here I am, living alone in my house, funded by daddy so he never has to see me ever again. That is the only thing he has ever done for me. I miss the times when I was young and stupid.
"Who's calling me at 4 am?!", I asked myself as I grabbed my phone. "I hope it's important."
"Hey (Y/N) it's me. You're late! Your deadline was two days ago!", my editor screamed at me.
"Tirza, hun, sweety, subby. First: It's fucking 4 damn am! Couldn't you wait a few more hours? You should know by now that I've already completed my book. I just hate it to be on time.", I tried to reason with her.
May I introduce you to my editor/friend/killer Tirza. We met in college. We were both 19 when we realized that studying wasn't our thing. Thats how I became an author and she the editor of the best author when it comes to children and sex books. Tirza is the only person I would trust with my life. There used to be second one, but he belongs in to the past.
"I know it's 4 am but I am also aware that you must be awake, because you don't know how sleep works! Now send me your work! We need to proof-read it. And the boss is a pain in the ass right now.", she sighs.
"Your poor thing. Remind me again, why aren't we starting our own publishing house? Just saying.", I asked my friend, while sending her the book.
"Money. Because of money.", Tirza answered dry.
"Why don't we change the publisher? Everyone wants you and frankly spoken, I don't care who publishes my book."
"Do you want to show your face in public?"
"You know, it's late. We both should go to sleep."
"Yeah right." I could feel how Tirza was rolling her eyes. "Did you start to talk with your better half again? He's still crying my mailbox full."
"No I didn't and I won't!", I yelled, unnecessary loud.
"I give you a maximum of 2 months until the two of you will fuck again."
"Sometimes I don't know if you're my friend or enemy."
"Yeah, yeah already heard it all. Now go to sleep. And tomorrow we'll talk about what a deadline is. Night and sleep well."
"Night."
//How exhausting.// I sighed. Truth to be told, since the break up I was having a hard time falling asleep. Not because I missed that asshole -maybe just a little bit- but because my nightmares were unbearable.
"I should probably go and see a psychologists."
Lazy I walked into my bathroom to brush my teeth. I took my toothbrush, put toothpast on it and started with my nighttime routine. Like every other evening I forced myself to look at the mirror, just to gaze at the reasson why so many people hated me.
"Stupid eye.", I muttered, while still brushing my teeth.
After finishing my routine and changing into my pyjamas, I was about to try getting a bit sleep, when my phone suddenly started ringing again.
"Tirza did you miss me already?", I answered my phone without looking at the ID.
"(Y/N) it's me... Bruce.", said a deep, male voice.
I was speechless, angry, shocked, scared and fuck, I fucking started to shiver. How could he had the audacity to call me, after all the fucking years! After that whole shitshow!
"(Y/N) are you still on the phone?", Bruce, the fucking Wayne, asked after some minutes of silence.
I just hang up. //Did that bitch, that motherfucker, that fucking BDSM furryman really think I would be happy if he called?! And what about the whole 'I don't want to see nor hear you ever again'-thing!! He was the one who fucking wished I was never born!//
And my phone started ringing again. Unknown number. Maybe it was the sleepless nights or the glass of red wine I had befor Tirza called but the little stupid me answered the phone once again.
"What kind of audacity do you have to call me after all these years?! After all the bullshit I had to endure because of you!", I shouted as loud as possible.
"I know you're angry (Y/N), but-"
"You know nothing!", I cut him off.
"But I need your help. To be more precise, the Justice League needs you to use your eye to-" I cut him off again.
"Go and die.", I hang up again.
This was the first time since 5 years I had spoken with my biological father again, and I could already feel how my blood pressure was starting to rise. My stupid phone rings again, but this time I switched it into silent mode and went to bed. //Stupid BDSM Furryman. Stupid Family-Issues-Club. Stupid eye. Why can't I just have a normal live? A normal family?// At this point I would be happy to have a pair of normal eyes. If possible in (e/c), like my mother had. Stupid Waynes.
Without realizing it, I fell asleep and drift back into my nightmares.
When I was 10 years old there was a tragedy called 'The redest Friday'.
It happend 2 months after I was forced to drop out of my old elementary School.
My homeroom teacher and classmates didn't handle it well and I coudn't answer their letters.
Back than I didn't knew I had these... powers.
On that day, that Friday, my homeroom teacher warned the police. Bring me to School or it will get ugly.
I wasn't there.
He, the teacher, shot everyone in that room, including himself.
I had eavesdropped two officers talking about how my teacher and classmates were crying and it being my fault, because I had left them.
Almost every night when I am not feeling well, I dream that I am in that room, seeing how everyone around me dies, while screaming at me. When that happens, two hanging bodies glare at me, with those dead eyes.
And then I woke up and started to cry. Great now I'm wishing that the ass would be here. I need to calm down or my eyes will go crazy. //Take a deep breath, (Y/N). Now exhale. That was just a bad dream.// After I calmed down a bit, I took a quick glance at my alarmclock.
9 am
That means 4 hours of sleep. Better than nothing. Lazy I stood up and started moving into my bathroom. I needed a shower and a coffee.
And a therapist.