Chains (tw)

✨~ Chapter 4: Apparition

I woke up again in the dead of night. Of course I would. I sat up slowly, gently moving Kermit off of me to not wake him up. Walking to the bathroom as I was on the brink of a panic attack was hard, but I made it, closed the door and took off the hoodie. Red marks resembling handprints adorned my wrists. My most traumatic injury, mentally or physically, would appear on my body to resemble the trauma, It's a Geomet thing. As I was looking in the mirror subconsciously, I felt a touch on my waist and heard a familiar, seductive voice whisper in my ear, "You like that, pup~?" No. No no no. I froze in peril. I felt helpless. I could feel him touch me. I didn't like this. Tears fell from my eyes. "Let me go-!" I shout at him, struggling to get out of his grasp. "Oh puppy, I won't let you leave me again, you're mine now~" He whispers again, causing me to sob. I managed to fight my way out of his hold, hit my arm badly on the wall, fell onto my knees and looked behind me to where he was. But... nobody was there.
*knock knock*
"Lance, are you okay in there?!" Orion asked, a concerned tone laced in her voice. I couldn't let her see me like this, not right now. "Y-Y-Yeah..! I-I... I'm f-fine!" I say through my tears, trying to get up using my arm, but i just fell back onto my knees with a sharp pain in my wrist. "Lance, Im coming in," She said, gently pushing the door open and I tried to grab the hoodie and put in on, but my injured wrist restricted me from doing so.
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I'm in trouble...
Orion's POV:

I gently pushed the door open to see Lance's figure in the moonlight, sitting there on his knees, which were covered by a blue hoodie, presumably Kermit's. His eyes were bloodshot and the rivers flowing from them shone. "Are...you okay?" I said, sitting next to him. I tried to hug him, but he flinched and moved away, which made me feel a little surprised. "Ah okay, Do you want some water or something?" I say to him, as he nodded. I get up and walk to the kitchen to grab a bottle of water and walk back up to him. As I sit next to him again and he drank the water, I ask "So, do you want to talk about it?" He hesitated for a few moments before shaking his head and tears appearing again. "You sure? You sounded really distressed before." I was just met with another nod. God, he's harder to speak with when he's upset. Then I noticed something on his wrists. Red...rings..? They resembled large handprints, those of an older man. Was he.. No, I shouldn't assume things before I know what it is. "Lance, Is something going on? I can help you if you speak to me," I say softly, looking into his bloodshot eyes. He sighs and reply's, "I-It's nothing, really.." As he takes another sip of the water, I say, "Did something happen?" He chokes on the water a bit and just gave me a blank look while tears welled up in his already wet eyes, shaking. After a few moments had passed, he had thankfully calmed down and got up. "I-I'll go back to bed.. Sorry for waking you up," He softly said, walking back to his room. I can't help but worry for him. I mean, he's showing quite a few concerning symptoms that link to some kind of trauma. Flinching, moving away from touch, sudden crying and withdrawal were all symptoms that my niece Zahara showed when she was physically abused by her mother. I know he's been struggling, but I can't tell what he's so bothered about. It's like trying to read a blank slate. I guess I'll just have to wait until he's ready to talk.