𝙱𝚊𝚍 𝙲𝚑𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚆𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝙼𝚊𝚍𝚎. (𝚂𝚞𝚗/𝙼𝚘𝚘𝚗 𝚡 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛)

We'll Always Be Here For You.

TW: Negative thoughts, Seizures.

Fire

There was so much fire.

Shooting out of bed, drenched in your own sweat as you rubbed your head. Looking around you realized you were still at Vanessa's house. You bit your lip, looking at the mess of a room you guys made. You both popped a few drinks and watched a few movies, you climbed off the couch, trying to not wake Vanessa as your body trembled. We're you going to have a seizure after that dream? It's been so long since you've had a nightmare that bad to the point that you stopped taking your meds. Of course, you didn't like taking your medication—you hated every ounce of it. It always made you more upset than it did to help you, you knew the ever-lasting tricks of these medicines, some weren't meant to help and some were. You dragged yourself towards the kitchen as you pressed the palms of your hands to the table, letting out a pitiful cough. You could literally see the sweat on your face through your eyes, it felt so sweaty and disgusting. You needed a shower, bad. Tossing a glance towards the time—you had two hours, two hours to wipe away your sins and hope you don't fall in the shower and knock your brains out. (Hoping you did.) Before that, you grabbed a cup of water before chugging it before you walked over towards Vanessa. You shook her awake as she grumbled, turning over as she looked at the time. Rolling her eyes as she got up before you went off to do your own thing. A long-needed shower awaits you.

Walking into the bathroom as your hands started removing your clothes, letting them drop to the floor as you stepped out of them, stretching your limbs out before taking a step in, turning on the water as you forgot how cold it was—jumping back for a moment. Shaking your head as the water warmed up, taking a step back into the water as it dripped down your scarred body. Your hands scrub your body before finding a pressed mark in your thigh, looking at it. He sure did leave a bit of a bruise, letting your fingers trace it a bit more as he could remember the touch of his fingers, the way they made you squirm, and the way they had you holding back moans and gasps. The thought of it happening again had your legs shaking for a moment, you bit your lip at the thought of it. Letting your body tremble as you tried to keep your mind on one thing, as you shook your head, letting your hands brush soap down your body. Letting the water remove all the unwanted soap before you wash your hair, letting your mind wander. You wondered—you had a feeling someone touched your face in your sleep but..you didn't know who, letting your finger drop down your face to trace the marks on your skin. The more you thought about it, the more you wanted to know who it was—you blinked away the water from your eyes as you thought. Running down from conditioner in the tips of your hair, to even it out.

You wished he could touch you again— almost falling in the shower at that sudden realization. Your eyes widening at such a thought—fuck. No—no—no. It's not true! You were just thinking, you don't want that..but you did at the same time. You grumbled at the thought once more, you seemed like a pervert. You didn't like that idea at all, rolling your eyes as you stepped out of the shower. You were going to bring these thoughts to your grave and hope you would never think like that at all. Denial was never a good look on anyone, even yourself. You walked out of the bathroom, the towel around your body as you looked around for the washing machine, finding your clothes in the dryer. Smiling softly, Vanessa was really sweet, she cleaned your clothes for you as you remembered you did vomit it on them. It was quite embarrassing but hoping deep down, she could have forgotten. Shaking that thought out of your mind as you looked at your daycare uniform, attire. You never realized how fucking stupid this uniform looks, you could only wonder how the daytime one looks like. The thought of that made you wanna vomit and swallow it. You rather drop dead than wear some form of clown attire—no offense to either Moon or Sun but..the whole jester fling was not your thing. You finished placing on your uniform before buttoning up the shirt and peeking your head out of the washroom, blinking towards Vanessa as she stayed near the door, waiting for you to finish up. Had it already been almost two hours? No way—you looked at the time—you had 30 minutes?! Scrambling out of the room before grabbing your things and brushing past Vanessa as she shut the door and jumped into the car. You buckled up as you turned your gaze out the window, hearing Vanessa talk, lifting a small brow.