Fractured

The possum and the bear

bit of implied smut ig

At the age 16 i don't think someone should be having to deal with death threats and fights, but i deal with that on a daily basis. Im Nex, i'm 5,6 i'm a High school student with an insane potty mouth as people tell me. High school sucks ass man...i could rant and rant, believe me. Buttttt i do look forward wen my girlfriend visits me. Whenever my mom leaves on a business trip, i stay at home all alone, mainly feasting on leftovers and canned soup. Over the summer things happened..i was sent to a mental hospital for awhile. The people who "took care of me" weren't the nicest, in-fact they were homophobic, the worst part was that this one lady smelled like the only think she ate was salami and cheese. Horrible smell btw....Obviously transphobic as-well..When i was discharged i was sent with several medications, one to help cope my depression and anxiety, ad antibiotics because i had just gotten several surgeries. Those were NOT fun. And the worst part was i was there when Ankha dance was a thing and god...seeing that all over social was honestly traumatizing. After school had started, i saw my bullies who eager me to jump off a bridge. Yeah that was fun. Anyway i like most of my teachers, except this old white lady with noodle ass hair and has a smile that belongs in a horror story, and not the good type, the ones that make no sense, god she looked like the bitchy knockoff of Taylor swift that got put into a dryer for 6 weeks.  I walked over to my locker and a sudden movement slammed me into the side of my friends locker. "hey...Alex.."  i spoke in a sarcastic attitude. "nice little outfit you got going on, where'd you get it from, hot topic?" Alex said in a snarky attitude. "thanks for noticing and yeah so what?" i lied. Alex scoffed and left in a weird Bakugo walk. I chuckled to myself. At the end of the day i headed home and of course mom wasn't there. All of a sudden, i heard a polite knock at the door. I trotted along and i was met with a cheery face and the figure said "hey love, is it alright if we could hang out" it was Angel, i spoke, "Yeah ofc!". "is your mom here?" they said. "nah she's off for a couple of weeks like alway-" i was interrupted by a nice peck on the cheek and i was flustered as fuck. Angel pushed me onto the couch and shut the door. As i was laying on there sprawled out, still not comprehending what was going on, it quickly turned into a sloppy make-out session with me being under them, i felt a hand reach onto my neck and choked me which made my me moan a bit. i was never fond with having a thing for choking. Angel pulled my shirt up which showed my binder. Angel knew i was self conscious about it whenever we were doing this kind of stuff (they had consent to do this) so they never took it off. She slowly moved her hands to my thighs, but all of a sudden we were interrupted by a knock at the door. "damn interrupted" angel said with a sigh. I kissed them on the forehead. "its ok we can do this some other time babe" i said with a flustered smile. I put my shirt back on and headed over to the door and opened it. "Hey Nex!" my friend said in a cheery manor. "hey Lin" i replied with an eye-roll. "oooh what was going on before i knocked, someone looks blushy" they said with a smirk. " one blushy isn't a word and two we weren't doing anything weird, lin" angel said with a stone face. I chuckled at them. They reminded me of siblings. lin walked in and we all sat on the couch and watched a movie together. After lin left I and angel were alone. I was about to tell them they should head home, but they were passed out on my lap. I carried them over to my room and tucked them in. As i was heading out i felt something grab my ass. Angel had her eyes closed and had a smirk on their face. "pervert" i whispered with a eye roll. I took my medication and headed to bed and snuggled with angel for the night. They reminded me of a bear.  A strong independent person who cares for others and will beat a bitch up. I reminded myself of a possum. Small and looked down upon. A loner to be exact.