It's Okay, I'm Here [Pico x Keith Fanfic]

❤Prologue❤

It was an ordinary day for Pico, he woke up feeling energized as always. He did the same routine as always, wake up, brush his teeth, get dressed, eat breakfast and go to school. Pico felt weird on this particular day, he felt like something was off maybe it was just his mind playing with him? Pico shrugged it off and got ready, quickly rushing out the front door to the bus stop.

At school Pico sat in his seat as always, he stared out the window watching the clouds. The teacher walked in and stood at the front of the class. She continued on with her lesson from yesterday. "Who here has eaten an apple?" She asked. Pico raised his hand and she smiled at him and carried on with the lesson. She talked and talked until Cassandra stomped up to the front of the class. "I've been listening to goth music all my life and it never said anything about apples, the American system is bullshit!" She yelled. She then pulled a gun out of her pocket shooting the teacher multiple times all over her body.

Pico quickly hid under the desk as his classmates started to fall dead on the cold marble floor. Blood was everywhere in the classroom, on the walls, ceilings and even the lights. Pico heard Cassandra's footsteps leaving the classroom, she slammed the door behind her making Pico yelp.

Pico crawled out from underneath the desk and looked at the sight in front of him, his teacher was on the floor in front of him, her head was severed off of her body and her hand was gripping the door handle, blood was spilled out on the floor, Pico saw the bone from her neck peeking out from where her head was shot off. The scene laid out before him etched into his mind remaining in that one part of his brain where he couldn't reach. Pico was traumatized.

Pico gasped as he woke up safe in his bedroom, his body was dripping with sweat and he buried his face into his hands. Tears slowly rolled down his cheeks as he sobbed quietly into his trembling hands. That image of his teacher never left his mind ever since that day, Pico tried to attend therapy but nothing worked his mind would always be filled with that horrid image. He sighed as he rubbed his eyes, wiping his tears away. "I can't do this anymore..." He whispered to himself. He couldn't sleep, Pico would not go back to sleep, he cannot go back to his nightmare filled world. Pico laid back down on his bed, eyes wide open for the rest of the night.

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