Insane!Canada x Ignored!Reader : Wishes

How does it feel when you’re ignored?

Forgotten?

Or worst of all, when your very existence is so ignored, that it feels as though you were never there.

Just a ghost.

You’d tried everything.

It was when you would hesitantly approach a group of people chattering away, and you would give a radiant smile, raising a hand in greeting.

Ignored.

Their conversation would just continue on.

Or when your teachers would take attendance.

“(F/N) (L/N)?” They’d call out, searching through the room.

You would always raise your hand and smile, replying, “Here.”

But their eyes would just skim over you.

“Not here again?” The teacher would frown, shaking their head in disappointment.

“Poor thing, missed so many days at school.”

Even your own parents forgot your existence.

“Why do we have an extra chair?” Your mother would scrutinize the chair you sat in, eyebrows furrowed in thought.

“Mom, I’m here. Why isn't there a plate set out for me?” You’d inquire politely, waiting for a response.

But none came.

None ever did.

Some days, you contemplated suicide, wondering if perhaps then someone would recognize your existence, and maybe even shed some tears for you.

You scoffed.

Why miss a person that never existed in the first place?

You walked into the bathroom, and stared into the mirror.

“Am I really that ugly?” You murmured to your reflection.

Tears began to cloud your vision.

“I just want someone -- anyone to notice me,” You whispered.

Let it be said; be careful what you wish for…

because it might just come true.

You flopped down onto your bed.

Another day had passed by, and not a single soul seemed to be aware of you.

You bitterly recalled the day’s happenings, tears rolling down your cheeks onto the pillow.

"Miss! We have an extra paper." The boy that sat in front of you waved the piece of paper above his head.

"Wait, I didn't get one!" You cried, reaching out for the paper that was now being handed back to the teacher.

The boy turned around slightly, frowning at you sitting in your desk. 

“Dude, why does it feel like there’s someone sitting behind me?” The boy muttered to his fellow classmate.

“I don’t know, now hurry up and get your bloody work done, you git!”

“It’s official,” You muttered, rolling onto your side, now facing the wall. “My life sucks.”

A sweet scent, almost like maple syrup, filled your nose.

You fought to keep your eyes open, but much to your growing horror, they began to drift shut.

The last thing you saw was the glint of crazed violet eyes.

You and I will finally be together, eh?

You’re so pretty, (Y/N).

We won’t ever be lonely or ignored, ever again.

A soft giggle escaped his lips.

I guess your wish came true, (Y/N).