Nala's pov:
After our meeting with the lawyer, we went out to eat, and I was so exhausted. I puked twice, and had a panic attack. At this point I was so done with life it wasn't funny. I could tell everyone was just trying to be there for me, but I didn't even want to do any of this shit right now anyways. I was grumpy, but I don't think anyone noticed.
"Where do you guys want to go to eat?" Dad asked us. Toshi and Jackson both looked at me.
"I don't care." I answer. They both shrugged, and discussed, and we ended up going to Taco Bell. It was really late, like midnight almost, and we had skipped dinner, so I was hungry and tired, but I ended up falling asleep before we even got to the restaurant.
When I woke up, we were home, and Jackson was already gone. I was saddened by that, but I just stumbled inside, and fell asleep on the couch that night.
I was alone. In emptiness. His voice echoed through the nothingness, and I shuddered, afraid. It was him, he was back for me.
"HELP! PLEASE!" I screamed, to no avail.
"Shh. It's okay sweetie." He silenced my cries by walking out of nowhere.
"STAY AWAY!" I tried to move, however I felt paralyzed. "Pl-please!" Tears were streaming down my face. The man inched closer and closer, until our lips were nearly touching.
"Such a beautiful thing." He said, rubbing my cheek. I was shaking as he pulled my body close, and picked me up by my ass.
"I don't want this." I mumbled.
"Shh. You don't know what you want." He said in a seductive tone, laying me on the cold ground. I could do nothing about it, and I had to face that.
I awoke a sobbing mess. I knew I couldn't be alone right now, because I might do something to myself. I looked at the clock, it was already 4 in the morning. I quietly walked to Toshi's room, and knocked. I heard some shuffling before he opened the door.
"Nala, what's wrong?" He asked, probably noticing my puffy, red, eyes.
"I just, *sniff* had a nightmare." I tell him, wiping my tears. He put an arm around my shoulder, and pulled me inside his room. I loved his room. He had LED lights on his walls, and he had a nice bed, with a cool nightstand. He had a black desk, with an awesome gaming chair and set-up. He had a huge walk-in closet, where he stored his guitar, and favorite clothes that he didn't fold away in his dresser.
"You wanna tell me what happened?" He asked, and I nodded. I let out a sigh before beginning.
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You Are Protected
FanfictionNala was an orphan. That is until Aizawa and Hizashi adopted her. Nala, however had her own problems. Suffering from Depression, Anxiety, ADHD, and PTSD, she has to get used to people who don't want to hurt her, and Aizawa has to prove how much he l...
