"𝐼𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑚𝑦 𝑠𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑒, 𝐼 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑜𝑛𝑒．"
－ Season 15 Spencer Reid
T.W: This story's plot is mainly based on sexual assault. If that is a trigger of yours, I recommend you not read.
This is more of a short, introduction chapter but important nonetheless.
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Your eyes flutter open at the sound of your phone alarm. You turn over, clicking your phone off and swinging your legs over the side of your bed, groaning in sourness from the day before. Your job was more physically hard than anything.
You stand, stretching out your long legs and stepping over to your mirror. You gaze at your bruised jaw and wince at the thought of the cause. Putting your hand on your head you grab the door nob leading out of your room and make your way towards the bathroom.
It's the middle of fall currently so its quite cold in your apartment, the cracks in the windows being the main reason.
You undress and hop in the shower just to quickly rinse off, you bathe by lathering yourself with your body wash. You stand under the hot water trying to savor it before your roommate wakes up and tries taking it away from you. You turn off the water immediately seeing the steam fade and the coldness hit you again. You step out of the shower, wrapping a towel around yourself and grab your clothes. You make your way out of the bathroom only to be met with a face you'd never wish to see in a towel.
"Why don't you wear a towel for me more often?" Your roommate asks, leaning up against the door frame with a disgusting smirk on his face.
You hover against his gaze, "I have to get ready." You mutter a short reply.
His eyebrows knit together; he steps towards you with his lips turning up at the corners. "Oh don't be scared now Miss 'big and bad' FBI agent." He mocks you, putting his hand on your waist.
His words taunt at your soul, so does his touch. You're not scared of men like him anymore. You should've been done with that a long time ago.
You step past him and scurry back into your room closing and locking the door behind yourself. Sighing, you walk into your small closet and grab a tan knitted sweater that has a few buttons only at the top, along with white jeans. You pull the outfit on, tucking the sweater into your jeans and pairing it with a brown belt. You stare into the mirror once again, unbuttoning a few of the buttons to reveal your shiny cross necklace along your collarbones.
You usually only wear mascara and lipstick to work but, today you added foundation to cover the appearing bruising. You work with profilers, they catch on at some point.
