Ok guys, this Is my first EVER story thats going up on FF so im nervous to hear what people think. I know its a slow start but its all needed for it to make sense later i promise! also, a few wrestlers in the next chapter, stay tuned!

A groan was muffled by a damp pillow as Reby slowly awoke, she'd been dreaming about it again. Another day with him.
She hurried into the kitchen to make sure her mum was ready for the day. They lived in an old farm house in the countryside and since buying it 7 years ago had built a cattery in its spare land, it was an easier life working from home but when it came to a reliable income, well, lets just say it left a lot to be desired…

Reby sighed upon seeing her mum with a glass of wine that was regrettably nearly empty, as was the bottle sat beside her.

"Mum, how are you feeling?" Reby asked, caution clear in her voice as she gently rubbed her mothers back.

A nod was all she got in response, but that small glimpse of her face was enough to tell Reby today was like any other, the puffy eyes told her that her mother hadn't slept despite her sleeping pills and spent most of the night crying. She knew this already as her mum did little to muffle the noise, keeping Reby awake until she'd had enough and moved onto the couch instead. The lack of mascara she 'cant live without' told Reby that no one was leaving the house today no matter how much they needed to go to the shops for food…

'just like yesterday' Reby thought.

She silently went to make a hot cup of tea, soon realising they were out of milk and opted to a 'cup a soup' instead knowing it only required water, they'd always have that.

After having what she calls breakfast Reby went back to her room. She'd spent the first 8 years of her life begging for her mothers attention that was yet to be given to anyone besides her middle sister Abby, she'd decided around a year and a half ago to give up and just do what made her happy instead.

Her mother, Diana was sick. If you want to call it a sickness…She had major depression for the last 9 years and felt the need to take it out on Reby any chance she got...

~7 years ago~

A 7 year old Reby, Her mum, dad and two sisters, Hannah, the eldest, Abby the middle child lived what she thought was the perfect life in a small town in Devon, England. Abby was more like her mother, always colouring with her, taking her out on day trips and having fun even though she was only 15 at the time she was always the first one to know if Reby was upset. Back then no one knew what was going on between her parents, if only they did.

That year in June we suddenly up rooted and moved to an even smaller town, 100 people if that and we moved right on the outskirts, A twenty minute drive to the nearest town and an impossible walk due to the dangerous roads kept any social life restricted. Minus that Reby Loved the house, since a young age she loved nature an there were too many trees to count, from the car window she immediately picked out her favourite…a spindly brown one perched on top of a small hill so that you could sit right underneath it and just…forget.

Moving day Reby spent with her aunt and uncle who were unbelievably close to her heart, her auntie Liz always gave her the perfect advise and her uncle Rob and travelled the world and had the most amazing stories. Both took more of an interest in her life that her parents and she loved them for it even though she rarely got to see them. They spent the day helping her unpack her room and organising her many teddies, she'd thrown away a lot of stuff before moving but she swore not to leave a single teddy, she never played with them or slept with them…She just liked them because most kids her age had teddies, so she felt like she should as well.

Her daddy, Liam carried her into his room where there was a mattress laid neatly on the floor with bedding for her to sleep in. She'd fallen asleep on the couch again and had always hated sleeping on her own, her mum didn't mind as she was always awake drinking until the early hours anyway and her dad went to sleep at 7, she never really understood why. Everyday was more or less the same, her two sisters caught a bus to their senior school and mum drove Reby to infant school, her dad was a builder so he always left early at 6 o'clock and came home at 5. Reby would spend the evenings playing with Abby while everyone was busy, when it was Abby's turn to help Reby would go to the garden and sit under her tree. They had a large garden that looked like something out of a fairytale book, plush green grass with trees around the outside, that's where the cattery would be built, Her daddy was building them in he evenings and during weekends knowing they needed two incomes to afford the huge house he knew he'd have to hurry.

The field next to their house was where her tree was, surrounded by mud that could swallow you up if it was wet with knee high grass that was an ugly yellow colour. Reby didn't mind this though, she didn't know what kind of tree it was but he way it hung over the hill that could've been a small cliff, no larger that herself made the base for the tree look like a throne with the vines cascading down all around it, she'd climb up sit on the base, humming any old tune she could think of until it was dark. She'd be called for dinner, hug the tree good night, thanking it for keeping her company and repeat it all again tomorrow.

At the old house was where the depression started, Diana had found out her mother had died, even though she hardly saw her she couldn't deal with the loss. After about a month of the grief, Liam took her to the doctors where they gave her anti-depressants, sleeping pills and a whole load of others. She soon realised she was dependant on the pills and when she didn't take them, she became over emotional, crying over everything. The doctors said to keep her on them permanently…they said they wouldn't have any lasting side effects…They were wrong,

~Five years on~

Reby was 12 now and was meant to be in her sixth year at junior school but had quit about 4 months ago. She'd always hated that school and the teachers, they were so mean and picked on her whenever they could, they didn't mean to though, they did it to everyone but her 5th grade teacher was the worst Mr Harling, half way through term she'd gone to her favourite teacher for help only for him to turn up and yell at her for being an 'over sensitive, stupid little girl'. She'd stopped asking for help after that but it knocked her confidence to the point where she never wanted to go back to school. She'd scrape between 2-3 days home every week knowing her mum would let her, Diana didn't care and probably never would, after a while she forget Reby was even there and carried on drinking. Reby never got behind with work though, she was one of the brightest in class no matter how much she missed. Her friends soon left her and she got bullied for being a 'loner' her mum became severely depressed again that year so come sixth grade she couldn't do it any longer and asked Abby for a doctors appointment so she could see a therapist and try to stop her being so over sensitive.
A few months after her dropping out her mum and dad got devoiced, she didn't really mind though, it was clear to anyone that they weren't happy even though she didn't know why. Reby just wanted them happy.