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"Good morning, sleepyhead" teased Peter as you entered the Cafeteria. Peter was already there waiting for you to take your seat next to him.
"Good morning.." You yawned while rubbing your eyes. You were beyond exhausted, especially after what happened. You passed out last night but then woke up in the middle of the night in utter pain due to your burns and cuts. So therefore you barely got sleep. Luckily your injury was half way healed now since Peter put medicine on it but the pain still ran throughout your entire body.
"Come here, come take a seat, hm?" Peter smiled at you, beckoning for you to take your seat right next to him.
He wanted to ask you how you were feeling, if you were still hurting, just the usual. It wasn't rare for Peter to ask you multiple questions about your mental health and stability.
"Sorry, i guess i'm just really tired and hurting still. Especially after what happened yesterday." You say almost inaudible after grabbing a plate of food. Peter could hear your every word though. As you look down at your plate you feel like gagging. The food here is seriously disgusting
You had lessons this morning, you knew your injuries would affect your work so there's no way you were going to participate in them. It's not like you'll actually succeed anyway, considering even the younger test subjects can kick your ass. That's something literally everyone picks on you about. Eleven is the only one you have respect for.
You were deep in thought about everything, thinking about how'd you fail, dreading the moment Papa would swing open those heavy doors. Telling all his children to prepare for lessons. Oh how you hated it all. I want to be free.
Peter immediately took notice of how fidgety you became, the way you fiddled with your fingers, your lip started to lightly tremble as well you've barely even touched your food. Peter really disliked the fact you refused to eat, the food here might not have been the best but you still had to eat?
"Hey," His voice awakened you from your racing thoughts. He took his hand and gently placed it onto your knee, slowly moving his hand further and further up to try and distract you. You had to admit, it was the worst way to calm you down as your breath hitched, your legs started to shake considering his hand was now on your upper thigh.
Peter then began to rub your thigh in a oddly comforting manner, successfully taking you out of those overwhelming thoughts you were consistently having each and every day. Your leg bouncing slowly came to a stop
"You're going to do great today, just find the energy, feel it." He said convincingly, like he genuinely thought you were capable of doing it.
"I'll try.." You finally say, letting him win this one. Peter never liked how low your self esteem was but he did understand it more than anything. In a way you really appreciated him for not being toxic about it.
"Good girl." He praised, and with that he slowly removed his hand off your thigh. And it was just in time too cause Papa entered the room as soon as he stopped being physical with you.
"Good morning, children!" Papa greeted your siblings with that warm smile of his he always wore on his face. That fake smile he always wore.
The children were quick to leave the table, abandoning their dirty dishes. They all gathered around Papa, looking up at him like he was their very own savior. Meanwhile, you had your usual hatred for the ways everything was ran here. Peter gave you a wave goodbye, you retuned it of course and then went over to stand by Eleven.
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𝙄𝙏'𝙎 𝙊𝘽𝙎𝙀𝙎𝙎𝙄𝙊𝙉 // Peter Ballard
Fanfiction[Y/n], better known as 005 who was born with her abilities has been trapped and tortured in Hawkins lab for years now. One of her greatest desires is to escape. But one day that all changes after she ends up becoming obsessed with one certain orderl...
