Micheal Afton X Reader || Monday Mornings

05||Escape

A/n: my apologies for not updating for a long time, a lot of things happened. The holidays family ect, I plan to return to my normal updating schedule. Anyways enjoy!

Escape, the only thing you had on your mind. A tingly feeling rose from your legs, crawling up your arms. The surroundings came into view, it was your room...

"How?..." mumbling slightly to yourself, you ripped the sheets off the bed, cringing at your sore muscles. Looking down at your feet, you noticed you were in your nightwear.

"...was that a dream?" Still in a sleepy state you walked over towards your mirror. Deep red lines outlined your neck, you gingerly brought up a hand to feel if this was real.

It was.

Goddamn it was.

Putting one hand down on your desk to support yourself, still going through processing what was going on. Then you heard a knock at the door.

"Hey! (Y/n)?" Kylie called through the door, knocking lightly. Slowly you saw the doorknob turn, Kylie peaked her head throw, her smile fell.

"(Y/n)?...(y/n)! What the hell is that?" Kylie slowly approached you, looking unsure and overly worried.

"Kylie?" Your voice wrasped like you hadn't spoken in ages, you had to admit it felt like you'd swallowed newspaper. You shuffled your feet, and fell into her arms she pulled you into a motherly hug.

"Who did this to you?" Kylie asked sternly. Breaking out in sobs you grasped onto your friend like she would fade away.

Just then, another figure entered the room, it was Jayce.

"Kylie? (y/n)?" Jayce asked his tone dripping with worry. Just as you broke away from the hug, he saw the marks that riddled your neck and arms.

Anger bubbled up inside of him, you could physically see him turn a deep, red.

"Who fucking did this to you?" Jayce growled, balling his hands into fists. Kylie shook her head, trying to signal to Jayce to calm down.

"I swear to God I will rock their shit." Kylie quickly pushed Jayce out of your room leaving you alone.

Sure, it felt nice that someone cared, but having to explain what happened. How you got home. Why you were still alive.

With shakey legs you made your way back to your bed, hugging yourself trying to calm down your racing thoughts. Everything felt buzzy in the background. Jayce, and Kylie were exchanging a few heated words, then, both of them reentered the room.

"(Y/n) you don't have to tell us what happened, we just want to know if you're safe." Kylie sat down next to you, holding your hand.

"Yeah, Kylie's right, but if there's anything we can do, please let us know." Jayce sat beside you, slinging his arm over your shoulder. The warm embrace felt like heaven.

"How'd I even get home?" You asked blankly, staring straight infront of you, Kylie kept her hand on yours, looking at you softly.

"Well, you came in, in like a zombie like state. I tried saying hi to you, but you went straight into your room and closed the door."

"I don't even remember that..."

"Well what do you remember?" Jayce pried. You turned your head to Jayce, then back to Kylie.

Struggling, you fought for air. Every ounce of your begin wanting to live. Adrenaline pumped through you, your nails dug into the fabric coating of the animatronic.

Splotches of black filled your view. Starting with your peripheral vision, tears pricked at your eyes, spilling down onto your cheeks.

"He was choking me..." you brought your hands up to the bruise on your neck lightly tracing the area.