It'll Change Without You [FINISHED]

Chapter 6: Leaving?

TW:

Abuse

Blood

PTSD

Derealization

Self harm

Choking

Panic attack

September 18, Saturday

[Shadow POV]

It was quiet in the house that night. I was about to cut into my skin with the blade, but loud stomping distracted me. I could tell it was my dad, and I could tell he was angry. Oh, God. Not again. "Fuck." I whispered, tossing the small razor into the small trash can sitting beside my bed. The stomping stopped at my door, and after a few seconds the door flung open. I was scared, I was so scared. The smell of alcohol drifted into my room like a poisonous gas. "No, no, no, please." I whined, sliding back to the corner of my bed. [It's right along the corner of the room, so she went to the corner of the room which is at the headboard of her bed.] "Come here." He said sternly, though his words were slurred. "No please, you're drunk you don't know what you're doing, please." I whispered. In response, he stomped over to my bed, and grabbed me by the wrist. "You obey my rules in my house." He hissed, grabbing my neck. "I'm sorry, please!" I said, trying to keep tears from falling.

He pressed me against the wall by my neck, effectively choking me. I made an attempt to gasp for air, which didn't end up doing anything but coming out as a wheeze. He raised his fist, and hit me in the cheek. Letting go of my neck causing me to fall to the floor, he stepped on my chest. He stepped down harder on my ribcage before lifting his foot. I curled into a ball, now a sobbing mess. He tried to kick me in the stomach, but my arms blocked it. He kept kicking until my arms were forced to move. He hit me in the stomach, and I watched blood and spit hit the floor through blurry vision. "No.." I whispered, as he began to pull a pocket knife from his pocket. He grabbed my arm and drug the small knife across my skin. I winced. I wanted to be the one doing that, not him. He pulled my arm up further, and began to carve what I assumed was writing into my skin. After finishing, he dropped me onto the floor. "That's what you get. No, that's what you deserve." He spat, and walked out of the room.

I woke up sobbing, curled in a tight ball. "No, n-no, no, no. H-Help me, no, go a-away." I stammered. I sat up, and reached a shaky hand towards my nightstand, looking for my phone. Wrapping my hand around it, I pulled my phone closer. Turning it on, I opened discord and called the first contact listed there. It rang twice, before someone picked up. "Hello? What happened?" A voice asked. "He-He he hurt me, help." I stummere through sobs. "Hey, hey, hey, it's okay. He's not there. Do you want me to come over?" The voice said. I couldn't even distinguish it. "Yes?" I said, phrasing it more as a question. "Okay. I'll be there." The voice said, and hung up.

A little while later, there was a knock at my window. I stumbled over, and opened it. Someone dropped into my room. I started crying again, and the person pulled me into a hug. "Don't worry. I'm here now." They said, and began leading me over to my bed. "Who are you?" I questioned. The person let me sit down, and took off their shoes, setting them down in front of my bed. They reached over and turned on my lamp, illuminating the room. "It's Nox." They said, and then sat beside me on the bed. I calmed down, not even aware that I had tensed up. "You didn't know?" Nox asked, sliding back further on the covers. I shock my head. "No. I just called the first contact that was on my discord." I muttered, gesturing to my phone. "That's okay." Nox responded, flopping back on the bed. "I didn't wake you, did I?" I asked curiously.

"No. I was awake anyway." Nox replied with a weak smile. "Oh. Can you stay here tonight?" I asked. Nox nodded. "Thank you." I whispered. I didn't know that might be my last chance to say that.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

DUN DUN DUUUUN! I'm back from my hiatus! I know I only missed like, two updates, but ehhhh whatever- enjoy this angst [: