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After Shock

"you're worthless." Drake said stabbing Eddie in the chest "abosolutely worthless. No wonder Anne left you so fast."

"PTSD is typically defined as ASD but lasting longer than one month. Well what the fuck is ASD. And it's been like a year since Drake and I still can't shake that fucking nightmare." Eddie groaned slamming his laptop exhausted
Maybe you have PTSD Eddie.
"No shit Vee." Eddie says "I mean it's not normal to have the same nightmare every night."
Therapy.
"What?"
Therapy. Ya know like the kind those army guys go to.
"I-Im not going to therapy...not again." Eddie stuttered
Why?
"Because Vee...trauma...and a lot of it." Eddie sighed getting a cup of water and downing it
But it can't be that bad therapy is supposed to help people.
"Not my therapists." Eddie says
Eddie...
"I just don't want to got to therapy. It won't help me." Eddie mumbled
But that was then it will be different now Love.
"But you don't know that babe. What if it's worse what if I get worse." Eddie asked
Then I'll take all the blame and figure out how to help you myself.
"You don't have to do that babe." Eddie sighs
But I will.

Eddie called a therapist and scheduled an appointment for later that week.

***

"You're nothing with out that symbiote Brock. Give him to me." Drake hissed "if you don't I'll kill you."
Drake stabbed Eddie in the chest like he had last time. But this time it didn't stop there Drake stabbed Eddie again in the neck leaving him to drown in his own blood. He waited for venom to save him but he never did.

"AHH." Eddie yelled waking up in a cold sweat
Nightmares again?
"Y-yeah." Eddie said shaking
Here.

Venom materialized and spooned Eddie hugging him tightly.

You'll be ok. We'll be ok.

Eddie didn't say a word and fell asleep again. He luckily slept untill morning. That morning he got up and got ready for his therapy session. He was petrafied at the thought of having to explain this bullshit. But with Venoms reassurance he knew he had to do it.

***

"That wasn't so bad." Eddi Said putting his keys in the counter
See Eddie what did I tell you.
"I just hope it actually works I'm sick of not getting sleep or being able to cook dinner without fearing I'm gonna get stabbed." Eddie sighed

Eddie put a cup of noodles in the microwave and waited for it to finish. Once it was finished he took it and started eating. As he was eating he looked out the window and watched as people shopped and strolled by. Somehow in his chaotic life he found peace in people watching. He wrote that down to tell his therapist maybe that could be a coping mechanism.

*2 months later*

Eddie had been going to therapy for Almost 3 months now and his life was better than ever. His had surpressed his nightmares to the point where they happened very infrequently. He was finally able to sleep well enough to function and was able to cook dinner for himself and Venom. He realized he'd never be able to fully get rid of his PTSD but he was fine with it. He'd grown to love with it for so long it felt like second nature to have it.

Eddie I love you.
"Love you too you adorable monster." Eddie said kissing venom on the cheek
Oh I'm a monster now?
"Yeah. Do you want me to call you a parasi-" Eddie started
No. Monster is fine. CAUSE IVE GOT A MONSTER CO-
"AND THATS WHEN I CUT U SHORT." Eddie yelled
You know I'm right Eddie.
"Doesn't mean I care babe." Eddie sighed
Sure keep telling yourself that.
"Ugh anyway you up for a motorcycle ride?" Eddie said sitting up
When aren't I?

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