My own head-cannon about certain Arc-V character's family life, or lack thereof. I'll reveal who it is in the next chapter, which will be told from third-person point of view, unlike this one which is first person. Feel free to guess who it is.
Mommy, where are we going?
Mommy, why did you tell me to shut up? You do that a lot.
Mommy, why are we stopping? This is the middle of nowhere.
Mommy, why are you making me get out? There's nothing here except a lot of trees.
Mommy? I know hitting and pain is a part of life since you told me so, but can you please not slap me so hard? I already have a bruise on my cheek.
Mommy, why are you telling me to stay here? As I've already said, there's nothing here.
Mommy, I know I'm a failure and a waste of space and resources. You tell me that all the time. But I do help with managing the bills, actually I just about manage the bills by myself, even if you pay them-
Mommy, do you know that you punch really, really hard? And my cheek is black and blue now.
Mommy, why did you yell at me to stay here again? There's still nothing here. And what does f*ck mean?
Alright, Mommy. I'll stay here. Just don't hit me again. There's blood in my mouth and it tastes terrible.
Mommy? Why are you getting back into the car? I'm still here. Do you want me to follow you now?
...Ow. Mommy, I think you gave me a concussion when you threw that beer bottle at me.
Mommy, why are you closing the door? I'm still out here.
Mommy? Why is the car moving forward? Are you driving off? But I'm not in the car. Wait up, Mommy!
Mommy? Mommy?! Why are you driving faster? Mommy, I can't keep running at this pace for long.
Mommy? Mommy?! Where are you?! You drove too fast and I couldn't keep up. Mommy, you just forgot I wasn't in the car, didn't you? Okay, Mommy. I'll stay here until you realize you left me here and come back, okay?
Mommy? It's been a day now. I'm getting scared. And hungry. And thirsty. When are you coming back? I'm not going to be able to wait much longer.
Mommy? You- you are c-coming back, right? It's v-very cold out here at night. Last night wasn't so b-bad but tonight r-really is freezing. Are you coming back at all? Mommy? Mommy?! MOMMY?!
Mommy, I'm leaving now. You told me to stay here, but not until you came back. Because you were never coming back, right? Sorry, but I'm not staying here to die. However, I'm also not going to look for you. I'm smart enough to make it in the real world. Let's see how much better I can be than you think I am.
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So, Mother, what do you think of me now? We haven't seen each other since you left me all those years ago. I know now that you were abusing me. I wonder if you know how I've turned out. Maybe you do, maybe you don't, I don't really care anymore. Just know that no matter what you think of me now, if I ever see you again, I'll pretend I didn't. But still, I want to ask you,
What do you think of me now, Mother? What do you think of your little failure?