"The worst kind of feeling is pain from smiling to keep the tears from falling."
I was sitting in my room, playing GTA5 when Kermit walked in and sat next to me, leaning his head on my shoulder. "Hey Lance," He said. "Yeah Kermit?" I reply, semi-focused on the game. "You okay? Charsuki told me you looked troubled by something this morning," He continued and I stopped. "What..?" I look at him. "Is something bothering you Lance? You know you can tell me anything," He said, as my breathing pace picked up again and my heart raced. He can't find out he can't find out he can't find out he can't find out...
"Y-Yup perfectly fine, nothings w-wrong, heh!" I stutter, as he looks at me and I could sense his anger. "Lance, I've known you for long enough to know you only stutter when you're lying. Come on, you can tell me, I won't judge you!" He looked at me with sorrowful eyes. "Nothings wrong though..?" I lie, successfully hiding my stutter. "Alright then, but if something is bothering you-" He began. "You can talk to me, I know" I finish his sentence, as he gets up off the bed and walks over to the wardrobe. "Well, I'm going to bed if you wanna join?" He says as I nod in reply.
Let's just hope I can sleep peacefully tonight...
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RandomThis story is about my character Lance's struggles with trauma and just an overall vent. Yeah- ⚠️ Trigger warnings: ⛓ Sexual trauma ⛓ ⛈ Child Molestation ⛈ 🔪 Childhood abuse 🔪 🌈 Homophobia 🌈 ⚡️ Swearing ⚡️ 🌓 Sorta graphic 🌗 💊 Depression 💊...
