Held At Gunpoint(Masky x Proxy! OC)

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!WARNING! SEWERSLIDE ATTEMPTS, SELF-HARM, BLOOD, ABUSE!

THIS IS YOUR FINAL WARNING! I WILL NOT BE HOLDING BACK!

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THIS ISN'T A JOKE! PROCEED WITH CAUTION...

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you've been warned :)

The pain in my chest felt worse than anything I'd ever experienced. The swirling in my head made me feel like I would fall over. I couldn't take it anymore. I couldn't take the abuse. I couldn't take the neglect. And I sure as hell, couldn't take the weight of everything. I wanted to scream and cry and hit something. Today was the worst it has ever been. Things finally went off the deep end: being pushed down the stairs and called slurs at school isn't fun. The worst part is coming home and no one cares because you deserved it. You could have prevented it if you didn't come out as transgender.

Everyone hates you and it's your fault. It's always your fault. It's never not your fault.

But that morning, you find out your parents finally talked to the school and everyone's calling you by your dead name. You don't have a say. You don't have a choice. No one cares about your opinion. When the tears fall down your eyes, you're just an attention seeker. You're weak. I can't take the pain of being a useless failure anymore. So, I've decided to end it. That's right! No one will ever have to breathe the same air as me anymore! I won't ever have to fear being abandoned any longer!

Now, I'm tying the noose in my closet. When I'm done, I wrap it around my neck and take one final breath. I push myself off the chair and hang there.

I can't breathe.

I start to freak out.

I try to take the rope off my neck, but it's useless. The tears falling down my face don't mean anything. And as my vision gets blurry, I can see the closet door open for the last time. I feel hands attempt to free me as everything dissolves into black.

I wake up in my bed the next morning. There's no chair or rope in my closet. There are no signs of any attempted suicide. The only signs of an attempt were the note on my desk, all torn up. I can't even read, or remember, what it once said.

I cry silently to myself and prepare for another day of torment...

I look up quickly as Tim waves a hand in front of my face, bringing me back to reality. "Everything okay there, Arthur?"

I nod silently and go back to eating dinner. I finally got the courage to text Tim, and after a week or so he asked me out. Being the people pleaser I am, I said yes. I really hope I just don't regret this.

A waiter comes up to our table and asks us what we want to eat. I look over at Tim, letting him decide first. He picks out some salad and I get a small entrée. My stomach is in a tight knot and I can't eat much without the possibility of having to throw up everywhere. After a few minutes, the waiter came out with our drinks; Tim got a Coke while I stuck with water---I can't handle sweet things right now.

"So, what are you going to college for?" He smiles at me. I feel so awkward right now.

"Um, nothing really. It's just a general degree to say I went to college." I look over to the kitchen, where an open window shows the cook flipping something with his spatula. I can feel my stomach churn, a lump beginning to form in my throat. Why must I be so bad around people?

"Ah, nice. I went to college myself, actually. Went for film school and everything." His eyes sparkle and it makes me cringe on the inside. How can he not be nervous?

"Cool." I nod my head. I have no idea what else to say.

He laughs awkwardly and asks another question, "Do you enjoy school?" This question throws me off.

"In general, or?"

"College."

"Oh, it's okay, I guess. I mean, exams weren't that bad so..." My leg starts to bounce up and down. How much longer until this is over?

"Nice, I'm happy for you. So, what about high school? Did you enjoy that?"

If I had a smile on my face before, it was gone now. I can feel the air tense up. I don't want to answer that question, but it feels like I have to. How do I get out of this? Someone please, help me get out of this!

Before I can even think of what to say, I abruptly stand up and start to walk to the bathroom. "I- uh, have to go! I'll be right back I promise!" I chuckle nervously and almost sprint I'm walking so fast.

In the bathroom, I threw water all over my face. I could feel my limbs shaking with fear. I've already been to therapy multiple times for high school trauma, but no matter what happens, I always seem to get dragged back into it. I just want to forget everything that happened to me. I want to forget what those fucking kids did to me...

After a few moments, I was able to calm myself down. I took a good look at my frightened expression. I attempted to make myself look happier, but it wasn't working. I couldn't stop being scared.

Suddenly, I was hit by an idea...

What if I fake my childhood experience?

Back at the table, I slumped into my chair and gave Tim my best fake smile. "Sorry, it took so long."

"It's alright." Tim laughed awkwardly. "At least you didn't run off on me..."

I was thinking about that actually. I nodded and began to eat the food I ordered. My stomach churned with anxiety. He sighed and got to his food too. He was probably upset that I didn't attempt to answer him.

After some awkward silence, we finished eating. From time to time I could see Tim look up at me. It seemed like he wanted to say something, but he didn't.

Hey guys... I would really like to apologize for the end and rushiness of this chapter. I am really sorry. I hope you enjoy this though... Go to my page if you wanna see my other works.

Again, I'm sorry. I really didn't know where to go. I am not good with how dates work so here's this!

I promise I will try so much harder to get a better chapter out!