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Rise of the Guardians does NOT belong to me, and this work is of fiction. Any possible connections to real life events are purely coincidental.

WARNING: this story has Abuse towards reader-chan, Cryophobia a.k.a fear of ice and cold, future torture, cursing and my horrible grammar. So if you do not like, please do not read. Other than that, thank you and enjoy.

Prologue

'Why here? Of all the places in the world…'

You asked in your head as the taxi cab driver drove you threw town that's getting ready for the winter holidays and waiting for the first snow of the year. But you were dreading it, it's not like you hate Christmas or any holiday cheer it's just…

"So kid, are you visiting family?" the man asks, snapping you from your train of thoughts; seeing that you were having this uncomfortable look on your face.

"Huh? Oh… well not exactly" than you look out the window not really in a chatting mood.

"Well, you'll like this town of ours. It may be small but there is lots to do and many people to meet" you smile a little at his attempt of cheering you up even though he never meet you before until a while ago but still had this pained look on you.

"Hehe that's good to hear" He smiled though the rear view mirror and pulled up by the side walk.

"We're here Miss; I hope you enjoy your time here in Burgess"

You got out of the car with all your things as he drove off. You look around, taking in the all too familiar nice quiet neighborhood but then you look up to the gray sky and start to look pale and try to move your things to the front porch.

"Hey! Do you need any help with that?"

You look to your side to see a kid from next door. He ran around the fence and up to you; he's pretty much a short kid with an unkempt brown hair that sway to the side, big brown eyes, a round youthful face, that's maybe around ten to twelve years old, and some missing teeth.

"Y-yes, that would be great, thank you"

As you both move the last of your things to the front door he started to introduce himself "My name's Jamie Bennett, I live next door, and what's your name?"

As you put down the last box down and sit on it and extend your hand to him

"I'm (f/n) (l/n), nice to meet you" he met your hand with his as he grin widely

"Me too… so~ are you Mr. (father's l/n) niece or something?"

You gotten up and running the doorbell waiting for someone to answer "yeah, I moved here from (last place you lived) living with my other aunt and uncle"

"Really, why did you move here from so far away?"

You look down sadly but try not to show him so you lied… well partially "well my aunt and uncle are having a baby and thought it'll be good for me to live with my uncle and all"

But the true is, yes your aunt and uncle are having a baby, but they wanted to get rid of you because you're nothing but a bother, a burden and didn't want the extra expanses. So they try to dump you on someone else, however none of them wanted you, then your Uncle finally agreed but he only wanted a free maid.

"Well, I know you'll have fun here (f/n). hey, I know you're older than us, but you can hung out with me and my friends if you want, you seem really cool" you look at him in surprise since it's been a very long time since anyone wanted to be friends if not for your little 'problem'.

"I would love that Jamie, thank you" you smile widely and ran the doorbell again but only met with silence.

"Jamie! Where are you? Dinner's ready!" we both looked up towards the voice and it was coming from a women with long brown hair pulled back in a loose bun looking around to spot us over the white picket fence.

"There you are, honey. Come inside dinner's ready. Oh, who's your friend there?"

"This is (f/n), mom"

"Nice to meet you ma'am"

"You're (f/n)? Oh your uncle left a little while ago and he asks me to give you the key to the house and this note" she said as she passes you the key and a folded piece of paper.

"Mr. (father's L/N) is a very nice man and I look forward in seeing you around and getting to know you" Mrs. Bennett said as she and Jamie walk back around to their house.

"Bye, (f/n) see you later"

You wave them goodbye and when they went behind the door you dull your eyes thinking 'Wow… Uncle Roy really fooled them and they're such nice people'

After that thought you began to feel relief that he's not here at least you'll be safe for a little while longer. So you went up opening the door placing all your things in the entry way finally getting away from the outdoors.

"I hate this time of year"

You said going into the house turning on the lights to read his note, upon opening it says:

(F/n),

I'm going to be back soon, so make sure your stuff is out of my sight, clean the house perfectly, and cook food by the time I get back, or you'll be severely punished. Your room is upstairs at the very far end of the hallway, you know which it is.

And that was the end of the note but that word 'punished' scared you more than anything since their form of punishment is not the normal means and one of the reasons for your problem. So quickly you picked up one of your suitcase and ran up the stairs and down the hall. you saw the two small rows of doors as each one ping your heart of painful memories trying to hold them back. You open the door at the end to see another case of stairs going into the dusty old attic. Once you made it in the room it's pretty narrow with a tall ceiling and a short but wide window. But the room itself is just sad, the room is not painted, hell, there wasn't a wall at all to speak of, it's just exposed wall beams that's slowly breaking making leaky holes, there's still old cardboard boxes that seems like it hasn't been touch since you and your family lived here before, and in these towers of boxes there is an old cot that's also looks like it hasn't been touch in a long time either and only recently has been pulled out. You only sigh at the sight but to you it wasn't so bad compare to the past rooms you stayed in.

So within two hours you manage to pull all your things in the attic and clean house, just finish making food enough for both of you when you heard a slamming door opening and closing as the person walked in. You didn't want to show your face but have no choice in the matter. So you rear your head around the door to be over shadow by a giant man, very thin, sharp features, but if you didn't know any better you would think he's a weak nerd with an overgrowth, but then you would be wrong.

You lower your head, really didn't want to face the man before you "Welcome home, Uncle Roy"

Then he grab you by the roots of your hair making you look at him in the eye "That is "Sir" to you, you little brat" then drop you harshly.

"Did you do everything I told you to do?" he walks pass as he took his seat in the dining room table

Your head starts to hurt more from the grab and slam to the ground as you picked yourself up "y-yes sir"

"Good… then serve me my dinner"

You bow slightly "yes sir" and hurry to the kitchen and back with both his and your plate setting them down.

"Very good, now go to your room"

"But I haven't eaten"

Then he grabs hold of your arm yelling "DON'T YOU DARE TALK BACK TO ME, YOU FUCKING MAGGOT!"

You wince as he hover you an inch off the ground making a hand print bruise. "Do you want to be punish and be put in the I.B. room"

"No! Please no, I'll behave, but please anything but that!" you said as tears starts to fall and tremble from just mentioning it.

He then drop and kick you further down "then go to you room NOW, before I change my mind"

"Yes sir!" then you quickly hurries to the stairs for the last thing before you went up was your uncle sitting back down eating peacefully as if nothing happened.

You closed the door behind you going up the last set of stairs. Unfortunately there are no lights in the attic but the window is wide and facing where the moon was, so it brighten up the room enough to see but was starting to get cold. You move some of the old boxes out of the way to find, to your luck and great joy, a furnace that's connected to the downstairs chimney next to the window. So you grab the cot, which was in the other side of the room and place it on the side of the furnace and the window right beside you. You look around in the boxes to found your old pillow and a rag blanket.

As you lay wrapping the blanket around you, you looked out the window at the big around moon. For a long time now you love looking up at the moon and heard stories about the man that lives on it and remembering that you mother said he could hear and grant wishes if you talk to him whenever you're sad, oddly enough you always feel better afterwards.

"Man on the moon, I don't know if you can hear, but if you can hear me, why is it like this? Why is my life this way? ...I…I wish it could be different, even if it last just for one day, I wish to be cared, to be loved or just to have a friend once again, that's all" you tear up a little and began to drift "well good night and sweet dreams" and slowly closed your eyes and cried yourself to sleep.