AN: Whaah so this is my first 'fanfic'. Like ever so don't yell if the attempt fails.
My 'lovely' oc enters the Kuroshitsuji world (yes another one of 'those' stories) and just try to survive.
Might start out a bit slow and her actually getting there and also a tiny bit crack but might
grow a little serious too.
Hope you give it a go ahah! And beware of a fuck loads of swearing. T rated for now~ ;P
No pairings as off yet. Next time the main AN will be at the end of chapter..probably ;o
[I don't own Kuroshitsuji and their characters, if I did I would probably be a sadist and make the story even darker then it is. Yup.
But I do own this oc and shall do a profile for her soon..]
-Abigail's point of view-
There was a knock on the door and this was not the first time.
In fact, everyday the knocks on the door would follow a pattern- going from one knock and ending at three. Literally a *knock knock knock* and that was it.
After that weather I got up or stayed still in my slumbers didn't matter. Next however I would hear the stairs creak, someone going down and then the simple sound of a door closing.
Our house's entrance that is, and that was the exact time I would sit up on my bed just to hear my mother's work car drive off. Yup, the one making the knocks and giving me a wake up call everyday was my mother. A woman I kind of have a rather confusing relationship with.
She would get up and then using this method, 'wake me up' then just simply drive off. No words face to face. Not since I can last remember anyway.
Then I would get ready by my self, make breakfast, feeding my precious goldfish along the way before going off to school. I was 15 so I was old enough, right?
On weekdays, the only time I would actually meet her face to face would be around 8pm, just when she came back home from work. I would normally be in the living room watching the newest episode of 'Vampire Diaries' or some other something on t.v. She would usually give me a quick nod before retreating to her room. I would soon be in my own room around 10pm just because I can and to just slouch around the internet. Checking Tumblr, chatting on Facebook and so on really.
I would sometimes hear the creak of the stairs a while later indicating that she went downstairs to have tea (dinner) which I normally just again have by myself around 6pm or sometimes go out to eat with my friends in our town.
Sometimes the creak wouldn't be there and my only guess would be that she didn't eat. Again. Hah like starving herself was new...
This was our literal clockwork, a very timed way to avoid each other yet at least see each other once. Not ignoring though or other wise she wouldn't knock on my door or the nod wouldn't be there. And by now you can guess, we never really have conversations.
I didn't hate her, she didn't hate me. We just simply had this 'system'. Since as far as I can remember anyway...
Okay enough about my failed and rather complicated family relationships, time to introduce myself to you readers. Yes I am breaking the forth wall, watcha gonna do? (don't worry it's only for this chapter...and maybe a few others later on). Anyway, my name is Abigail Winstone- who by the way just woke up about 2 seconds ago. I am an average school attender who is 15 years old currently going through this punishment as I would like to call, year 10.
Not that I hated school or had no friends, but simply because I just didn't like the fuck load of work we had to do. Utter pain I tell you, utter pain.
In terms of looks I have mid length brunette hair and light brown eyes with a height off...non of your business (some people sometimes' referred to me as 'that midget' okay? Let's just leave it at that..). I also have 2 proper close friends and a normal bigger group that a bunch of us hung out in. I had 3 once but...well your typical backstabery bitch happened..hump.
Anyway, my life wasn't anything drastic or out of the ordinary, sure I would sometimes think my family life was a bit strange but who didn't have issues with parents? I also had a part time job which I just got into and my social life was also more or less err normal?- sometimes I stayed in with my dear-oh-lovely internet and sometimes I went out and made a fool of myself- probably proving the elder citizen's view on this century's 'rotten teenage shinannigans' right on. Pfft.
I even had a pet goldfish, seriously how 'average' was I aiming?!
I don't even know okay but at this moment of morning, if anyone was gonna tell me that my life would suddenly change 'forever' in lets say...the next 20 minutes, I would have asked them what they were smoking...and where can I get half of it..
Which is why when I got that (almost) exact memo as my newest text which by the way would explain why my phone was flashing around for god knows how long, I just became a little confused.
No really, let me read out the text to you dear readers so you can understand why my mind is taking a wtfishappeningitstooearlyfor thishit-toll.
'Where the wings don't appear but the eyes flash.
Beware my child as your life will change in the next 20 minutes.
No running, your fate has been set since the 3 headed knocks began.
-Hellen'
Okay so I can get some credit for freaking out here right? I mean seriously, . .
What is..I mean..I don't even!? Whoever idiot sent the text must have lost it I mean if they were trying to be all 'mystic', at least the.. err riddle like statements should have a flow or at least rhyme right? Pfft none-what-so-ever, almost as if someone was just writing me a random note cos they were batshit insane just for the piss take of seeing how I would react!
And 'Hellen'..I know no one by that name!
So can you tell me what the hell this might actually be!?
...
And by now if you're wondering why the hell I am freaking out oh-so-fucking much, just read the last line.
The knocks. Whoever sent it know. Of the system. Of the knocks.
And again if you are wondering why I am 'overreacting', let me just say, no one knows about it. The unspoken agreement has never been told, until this chapter that is so whoever sent this...what ever this even is, did know something about me, about my family! Personally.
And that scared the shit out of me. Yup I am all the way with 'better safe then sorry' and 'better paranoid then dead'.
Go ahead and call me cynical...
And so while getting a little paranoid, I started to get ready and get dressed for school. It wasn't even a Monday, but a simple yet another Thursday so why all this was happening to me today of all actually made no sense either. So while I started to put the general make up on and started to brush my hair, I kept on looking at the clock that hung on my wall.
5 minutes and 18 seconds left...and counting...
And now I'm making an unconscious note of the remaining time of 'that 20 minutes'. Just great, I swear I would end up in a loony bin at this rate.. so with my final thought of 'I am acting waay to impulsive' and 'wait why am I still talking like this and breaking the forth wall', I took on my blue shoulder bag which I packed the night before and started to walk down the stairs with the familiar creaking noise of the floor boards underneath.
But just as I stood in front of the entrance and touched the door handle and was about to open the door, I heard a loud 'ding-dong-ding-dong' noise go off generally made by one of those ancient wall clocks just as they would hit an hour.
But wait...hang on.
I don't ever remember having a wall clock in my house...or any clock that would indicate hours of all things!?
And just as I was about to turn to where the source of the noise which seemed to actually get louder to my ears with each millisecond, I felt a cold feeling pass me through that door handle which still had contact with my skin and before I could comprehend- the door automatically opened,
and my world simply turned pitch black.
AN:
And that's done. What do you think? Do you think it sounds okay so far? It the grammar bearable?! Ahahha. XD
Ah I shall get better. Just the first page I know but would love a review off you!
And that's it.
Tell me watcha think. ;)
Sayonaraaah~