We arrive home and we all got to our rooms and put away our belongings. As I am putting things away I find my blade. I stare at it as the voices start talking. You know you deserve it. You made Phil spend extra money on you. Fatty. Dwarf. Burden. Cut, please. You deserve pain. I give up fighting and grab my razor putting it in the palm of my hand and walking to the bathroom. No one is in there so walk in and pull out my razor, I feel like I am forgetting something but think nothing of it. I stare into the mirror and look at all my curves bulging through my sweatshirt. I let a single tear roll down my face and I set the razor on my arm. I have given up on trying to find an uncut area so I just go over the oldest ones. I cut away at my arms. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, I switch arms and match the other one. I go in to cut more as I hear Tommy's voice. "I need to pee Toby!" Then a pair of headphones hit the table. The door. I lock the door and rinse off my bloody arms. Knock, knock.
"I'll be out in a second!" I say and then look for bandages, jackpot: A first aid kit. I wrap the bandages around my arms to stop the bleeding and leave the bathroom. Tommy shuts the door and I walk into my room, as Phil hurries up the stairs.
"Y/n! While we were at the store I felt I needed to get you a phone, I think you need to be able to contact me and the boys when you go to school so here!" He hands me an iPhone 12 box.
"Thank you! Thank you so much!" I hug him and immediately regret it as the pain in my arms grows. I then let go and Phil goes on his way. I walk into my room and set up the phone, inside the box was a slip with Phil, Tommy, Techno, Wilbur, and Puffy's numbers. I add them all to my phone and then download a few apps.
I scroll on it adjusting all of the settings for a little while and they get called down, "Kids come down." I jump off my bed and walk downstairs seeing Wil and Tommy racing down the stairs, Wil won and Techno laughing. I walk down and we all sit on the couch. "So you guys are on break for school but it starts tomorrow and I need you all to get your stuff ready and you need to go to bed on time. Y/n I have stuff for you over here. Check your schedules and prepare for the week, please. Also, we are having a party on Friday so invite your friends, I already invited mine. Now go get ready," Everyone goes to their rooms but I stay with Phil, "Okay, so I know this is quick but you will join right at the start of the 3rd quarter and I thought it would be nice to start at some kind of beginning, so here is your bag, it has everything you need, including your schedule. It has the dates of the softball tryouts and if you need anything ask any of us. We can all help." I nod and give a quick thank you as I walk into my room. I look into my white and blue striped bag, perfect color choice, and open up all of the supplies. I have 3 binders, 3 folders, 2 composition notebooks, 2 spiral notebooks, 2 packs of sticky notes, scissors, 3 black sharpies, a big eraser, 1 pencil pouch, a pack of #2 and mechanical pencils, a pack of colored pens, and 2 gym shirts with my name printed on them. I look over my schedule and the supply list and match everything up labeling them with the sharpies. My schedule is Homeroom, which I need nothing for. Math, I need a binder. English I need 2 notebooks. Creative Arts, I need a folder. Then Writing, which is the same class as English but just more focused on writing, so I need the same things. Science, I need a binder. Gym, I need the shirts. Lunch, I need nothing. History, I need a notebook and folder. Then finally, in Spanish, I need a binder. I have an extra folder and notebook so I am just going to keep those in case I need them later. After I finish labeling everything I look at a map of the school and figure out the fastest route to each of my classes. I also was given a locker combo and number so I think about when to visit my locker and what I will carry. I figure everything out as Phil calls us yet again, "Dinner is ready!" I slowly get out of my bed and think about the food. If I go to school fat everyone will hate me. They will judge me.
I sit on my carpet for a few minutes then Techno comes in, "Hey y/n, you alright? Food is ready." He says sympathetically, as I stare threw him and let the horrid thoughts fill my head. Ugly bastard. Fatty. Dwarf. Ugly. Burden. Kill yourself already. No one likes you. No one cares about you. The thoughts turn into tears and then Techno gives me a monster hug, "Hey, hey, you're okay, shh, you're safe," He says quietly into my ear, "Match my breathing, okay? In, out, In, out." I realize I had started sobbing and he repeats his breathing pattern until mine slows down. He keeps me in a tight hug and a few more tears release from my eyes, "You'll be okay."
"I'm so- so sorry," I spit out.
"Hey, you did nothing wrong, calm down," He reassures and keeps me in a tight hug. I finally hug him back and a smile forms on his lips, "Are you not hungry? Or are you tired?"
"Both," I giggle and he picks me up and sets me in bed.
"If you need anything come and get me. Alright, munchkin?"
"Okay, bro." I see a smile reach his face he nods and shuts the door. I feel my eyes get heavy and I find myself fast asleep.
Techno pov:
Did she just call me bro? That's short for brother. Okay, that's something I call my friends, it can mean a lot of different things. It just felt different. I walk downstairs and tell everyone that she wasn't hungry and was very tired so she went to sleep. I finished up my food and went to my room as well. I open up Minecraft and start playing bed wars before I know it I hear a knock on my door. "Come in," I say checking the clock, oh dang, it's already 11. I look up to see my dad and he sits on my bed. "What's up?" I ask and he sighs.
"I understand that y/n had gravitated toward you so I need to ask you this. Is there something I need to know about her that is serious, not goofy things, like I know she likes the color blue, and I know the anxiety is there but is there more?" I sigh and look at my dad.
"Yes, I know she used to get bullied, she talked about it after crying to me and Wil. I think she has an eating disorder by eating only bits of food and I think she might be throwing it all up. She always walks into the bathroom after meals and is in there for a while. By that and the huge baggy clothes she wears I don't think she has a great self-image either," I tell him and he looks down. I feel like I betrayed her. I feel awful. But, a similar thing happened with Tommy and these things need to be said.
"Thanks, Tech. You know I just want to make sure she is comfortable and safe."
"Yeah I know," I respond and he walks out leaving me with a goodnight. I shut off Minecraft and hop into my bed. a few minutes pass and I hear another knock, "Yeah?" Then I hear muffled sobs and I immediately realize they are y/ns, I hop out of my bed and open the door. She is sobbing hard so I pick her up and hold her on my bed, "Y/n match my breathing, you got this munchkin," She slowly calms down and looks me in the eyes, "Are you okay? What's wrong?" I ask as she sniffles.
"I was having a nightmare and I- I-" She starts to cry again and I calm her down.
"Tell me when you are ready, okay? I'm always gonna be here," She sniffles and tries to control the hyperventilating. After a few minutes pass and she starts explaining.
"I was having a nightmare where I- I- I killed you, just like I did my parents," She sniffles and I look at her in shock. What does she mean 'just like I did my parents.' "I was in the car and I said we should go to get ice cream, then we went, and when we parked I hadn't gotten out of the car yet. You did and then a guy pinned you to the car and shot you in the head. Then he ran away." She sniffled out a few more cries but continued, "But when it was my parents I got out of the car and a guy held my head still and pushed his gun up against it. Instead of shooting me he just repeatedly smacked my head and body with it, until I passed out."
"Oh y/n. That isn't your fault. How old were you when this happened?"
"It was my 5th birthday," I look at her puffy red eyes and tear-stained cheeks.
"Munchkin, that isn't your fault. You didn't do anything wrong. Calm down. You are okay." I say holding her closer to my chest. This poor girl. I hug her close and put my chin on her head. After a little while, I hear even breathing and light snores. I slide her under my covers and get under mine as well. I cuddle her close to me until we are both peacefully asleep.
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