So this is my first story, hope it's interesting! I know it's definitely... different from most stories.

Chapter 1: Survivors

I won't put up with their abuse any longer. This time, they have gone too far. Sure, they beat me and didn't feed us. But that was then, this is now. And right now, I'm leaving this hell hole with my little sister Melody, AKA Mel. They could touch me all they want, but they could not touch my sister. The only other time they did that, was when I was twelve years old and couldn't do anything about it. Now I'm seventeen, and I am leaving this place. If they so much as talk to Mel ever again, I'll-

"Frisk, where are we going to go? Nobody will take care of us, we're just trash." Mel whispered morosely.

I spun on her so fast, that she stepped back an inch. I didn't talk, for a good reason too. But I could sign, and sometimes I would sing. So I gently, but firmly, signed to Mel, /Melody Rose Saunders, we are not trash. We are beautiful girls, who are going to take care of ourselves, like always. I know we have been through a lot, but we just need to hang on a tiny bit more. Can you do that for me? \

Mel nodded her light ash blonde head. She then looked up at me with her light blue eyes which were filled with excitement. Her eyes stood out against her colorless skin, "We can go to Mt. Ebott, we have a cabin up there that we can stay in!"

I nodded and smiled, /And I have our bags packed with everything we'll need. We'll have to put some clothes on under these ones, so it might feel weird. And we won't be slaves to the pain any longer.\

We were walking to the door, when I heard the loud rumble of motorcycles pulling into the driveway. I was now in full panic mode. I lifted Mel off of her feet, and ran to the back door. The door was locked, but she could go through the dog door. So I took her bag off of her, and pushed her through the dog door. Next, I pushed her bag through.

My hands were shaking so badly, but I managed to sign, /Mel, go hide in the bushes. Don't come back until you're sure that they're gone. I love you Mel, now go! \

She had tears in her eyes, but nodded and went. It was right when she was hidden that a firm hand grasped my arm.

The smell of beer and drugs was revolting, and inescapable. "Where do you think you're going sweetheart? Let's have some fun."

I ended up pinned to my bed, clothes being torn off. My mom was standing right by me, my dad holding me still, some guy taking off his clothes, and someone else recording.

My mom spoke, her voice hoarse, "Wait, let me talk to her quick." She then gripped my face in between her hands, "I wish you would scream for us, but I guess I took care of that. You're a worthless bitch, you know that? You were a mistake; I just wish you would die already." Then she let go, looked at the guys, nodded, and held my arms. My dad went and held my legs apart, even though I squirmed and twisted, I wasn't strong enough. Someone started recording the event.

After that, I blocked everything out.

Frisk,

Hold on to hope, stay DETERMINED.

"Frisk please, get up! Frisk! We should go! Frisk… "Mel was sobbing, and shaking me.

I held my knees up to my chest, my legs tightly together. I was clutching my pillow and sobbing into it. They had never done that to me before. NEVER. I knew we had to go, but my body wouldn't work. Then I remembered someone saying my name, telling me to stay determined. So I calmed down some, and got dressed. It was a long process because I felt numb, and Mel had to help me. And the whole time, I kept repeating these words in my head. Frisk, Hold on to hope, stay DETERMINED.

We were ready to go when I signed to Melody, /I'm sorry for doing that, I'll never do that again, I promise.\

Melody smiled and took my hand, "Promise me you'll never hurt yourself again too. Then we can go to the bus stop."

I was stunned, I never thought she would know about that. It was a couple of years ago when I was ready to give up, I took a knife and… anyways, I remembered Mel. And that she was important. So I took myself to the hospital, got fixed up.

"Frisk?" Mel asked hesitantly.

I looked at her and smiled a warm smile. /I promise Mel. Now let's go, we don't want to miss that bus.\

We started walking to the bus stop, that's when I noticed the buttons. The buttons said FIGHT, ACT, ITEM, and MERCY.

I didn't know what they meant, but I had a feeling that they were important. I just, wouldn't mess with them right now. Maybe later, when Mel was asleep. Definitely later, they looked interesting.

Done with the first chapter, yay! I will probably continue the story.