Ranboo angst

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Hello! Before we start I just want to say I am so grateful that I've been able to get this far. I never would have thought that so many people would read this. Thank you all so much!

Tw:
Abuse
Arguments
Neglect
Injury
Starving
Light theft
Coping methods
Mention of stabbing
Panic attacks
Anxiety

Ranboo's POV:

Back against the wall, music filled my ears. Screams covered by the lulling melody that echoed throughout my headphones. Reaching for the object, I grabbed my tangle fidget. Playing with the small toy calmed my nerves quite a lot.

A large crash was heard from downstairs, along with the yell of my name.

That can't be good..

Placing the fidget tool back underneath my bed, I speedily walk down the stairs to greet my guardian. They look so pissed. I'm concerned. That's never a good sign.

Awaiting for the adult to begin speaking, a large impact to my gut soon occured. I thought so.

Coughing violently, I allowed the pain to continue. Maybe he just needed to take out his anger. Deep down, I knew that was the case. Various hits to my face, gut and ribs. None of which affected my balance. Yes it hurt gravely but numbness lurked throughout my body. Nothing really bothered me anymore. I feel empty. That's fair really. My life definitely is not rainbows and sunshine.

Unspecified amounts of time passed until the man had finished. His next words broke me.

"Go. You aren't welcome in this household anymore. You have an hour to pack."

He strode away, a smirk tracing his features.

Grabbing the large backpack we kept near the door, I rushed into the kitchen. Taking a bottle of water, I placed it into the bag. Rummaging through the cupboards, I took enough food to fill half of my backpack. Picking up the stored items, I ran upstairs and stuffed as many clothes as I could into the bag before changing into a long sleeved shirt, a large baggy hoodie, black jeans and trainers.

Zipping up the backpack, I slung it over my shoulders before putting my phone and portable charger in my pocket. Heading towards the door, I swiped my wallet from the counter before leaving the hell hole I used to live in.

Deep down, I knew I most likely would die on the streets, lonely and cold. That didn't bother me, I was safer there than I was with him. Y'know this makes me so glad that school doesn't have school uniforms. That would drain so much cash to just attend something that gravely worsens my mental health. I mean to be fair, being homeless definitely won't help with that.

Walking through the crowded streets, I spotted an alley that was less trashed than the others. That works, I can stay here for a while. The next homeless shelter is way too far away to walk without getting stabbed.

Making my way into the alley, I slumped against the wall before pulling out my phone.

Tweeting out a blatant lie, I stated that I would be on break for a short while. Quickly, I muted my phone before I could see the various notifications.

Glancing over toward the back of the alley, I noticed how small it actually was. The area didn't lead anywhere, it just ended abruptly. Guess that makes it easier to assure I don't die in my sleep.

Taking a few sips from my water, I lay on the hard concrete for a restless night. To no avail, I woke just to snack on a granolla bar before getting changed into cleaner clothes and walking the distance to school. I was definitely way too early, taking a glance at my phone I saw it was 5:30 am. Yep, definitely early. It wasn't too suspicious though, I was always here at least an hour early. Unconsciousally, I reach into my pocket only to realize something. I forgot my fidget.

Oh god, that was the one thing that helped me get away from unhealthy distractions. My nails dug deep into my skin as the stress levels began to rise again. Sitting on a bench, I let my panic consume me as someone began to approach me.

I couldn't make out who, my vision began to blur as a hand was placed upon my shoulder. They were speaking, their voice was calming. I can't tell what they were saying but it blocked the sound of ringing. Focusing more on my breathing, with the help of this person I was able to recover.

Once I had regained a more calm state, I began to thank the person.

"Thank you so much! I really appreciate it." I said.

"Oh it's no problem" their german accent was familiar.

Wait..

"Niki?" I asked, shocked.

"Wait.. Ranboo?!" She responded before engulfing me into a hug.

This is nice..

Returning the embrace, I fought back the tears at the act. I forgot how nice it felt to be loved (platonically).

After a few seconds we pulled apart, she began to speak again.

"It's so great to see you! How have you been?" She asked, excitement laced in her voice.

How am I..?

I didn't know.

Was that normal.

Well, I did feel lonely.

Sad would fit but I can't tell her that.

"I'm doing well! How have you been?"

Good job, that sounded believable. You can't let her know. It would make her upset if you did tell the truth.

"Ranboo, I can tell you aren't alright and that's okay. You just had a panic attack. I am here for you. I can help if you let me."

She said, ruffling my hair comfortingly.

I couldn't take it.

I broke down before her eyes. My walls that I worked so hard to build came crashing down as my sobs left my mouth. Once more, she pulled me into her embrace as she let me rid myself of the vast amount of emotion that I had stored away for years.

"It's okay, you're safe with me."

She rubbed small circles on my back as my tears began to run dry. Composing myself, I thanked her again.

"Ranboo, would you like to stay with me for a while? I have a bakery nearby. There's plenty of room there."

Accepting the offer, we walked in a comfortable silence for a few minutes before we came to a halt in front of the building.

Time skip, four months later:

Third person:

Ranboo told Niki what had happened. After various hard court cases, the woman had gained custody of the teen. The boy began to stream again, he was happy in his new home with his big sister. They both did great with the bakery too.

Ranboo's POV:

I know what home feels like..

A smile traced my lips.

Home is with those you care for and this is my home.

Thank you for reading this. I hope you like it. I love you all and am so proud of you ♥︎.