Test subject - sbi adoption au

134 - 9

Trigger warnings - knives , panic attacks, crying, flashbacks, self harm mentioned, shouting or screaming

Y/n POV

I my chest rose and fell with a fast pace.

My ears were ringing.

It was so dark.

And cold.

It was like rain but awful.

I liked rain.

I didn't feel nice.

 The receptionist did this just because she got a little cut on her hand.

And now I'm crying and crying and crying and it won't stop. It can't stop. I try but I cant.

I can vaguely make out the small bathroom she put me in but tears clouded my vision.

The gentle blue light turning into a blur of white and blue ; while the tiled floor was cold and harsh against my warm skin.

It felt like I was drowning.

My skin was pressed against the cold white tiles , some of indents scraping my already bruised skin.

I was happy at least I was nowhere near my knives.

I tried to get my body up but it hurt.

My chest hurt.

My head hurt.

I layed there , heavy breathing being the only noise I could remotely hear.

I couldn't even hear the footsteps coming to the door.

Techno POV 

"Excuse me, is this bad... but I kinda need the toilets do you know where they are?"

I was embarrassed to say the least but we were looking at different children's files while choosing which ones to talk to .

we had just got onto another child and this was honestly boring. Most of the children were left by parents going to war. Or getting lost and the parents never found them.

Nothing really traumatic in comparison.

The same receptionist who had dragged a crying y/n have me directions.

I made my way over to the door but hear a crying noise.

"Hello?"

no response.

the door was unlocked .

I opened it to find y/n on the floor having a panic attack.

They looked so fragile, in so much pain, so helpless.

I shut the door and gently called their name but nothing.

They were breathing too heavily. Far too heavily so I tried to help.

I cautiously grabbed their hand and tried to get them know I was there.

I just sat there in my knees pleading.

Panic attacks alone were awful.

Y/n POV

I kept breathing.

Barley.

Then I felt all better.

I warm something on me and I felt safer.

I tried to move again.

Anything to be warmer.

I move my hand.