"You...are mine. And only mine..! No one will hurt you, my angel."
Y/N L/N, a boy who struggles with social anxiety and severe PTSD has troubles at school from bullies and at home with his parents and siblings. Every day is getting too much for...
I was dreading meeting my parents, knowing they would just lecture me and tell me how my siblings were much better. I closed my eyes, resting. Before I know it, I fall into a deep slumber.
Continuing...
I awoke to a loud BANG! My eyes shot open, and I looked around to find my parents slammed the door open. "You disgrace of a child! How could you be so weak!? This is a waste of my time, you know!" My "mother" said. She's just an entitled, gold-digging whore who is constantly going behind my selfish fathers back. I sigh through my nose. "I...I'm sorry mother..." I spoke quietly. "Sorry isn't going to cut it! You're such a brat, your brother is so much better than you. Be more like him, maybe you'll be less of a mistake." She spat out, venom behind every ounce of words. "Let's go. Get your stuff, and get to the car. Now." My father said. He was tolerable, but like I said, he's selfish and overall a player. "Yes father." I said simply.
I tried to stand, and my head felt top heavy. My vision blurred even more, if possible. Iwobbled, but still managed to stand, grab my stuff, and walk to the car with the help of the school nurse. I thanked her and got into the backseat. "You're lucky that we even care about you to come pick you up, I was busy before this." My mother bitched so often, it's annoying and repetitive. The car engine starts and we drive off to my hellspawn of a house. My eyes start to get heavy, but I don't want to fall asleep. However, my brain didn't listen, and I drifted off into a deep sleep.
—(TIME SKIP: Y/N'S POV)—
"WAKE YOUR ASS UP!" I flinched as I woke up, my head pounding. "Get your shit and get in the house." My mom said. "Okay." I replied, grabbing my bag and walking inside. "Go to your room. I don't want to see you until dinner." My dad looked at me as he spoke. I glared at him, but obeyed nonetheless.
I walk up the stairs to my bedroom and open the door. I set my bag down and grab clothes for a shower. I'm just happy I have a bathroom in my bedroom. I grab a slightly baggy tank top and some sweatpants with socks. I walk into my bathroom, and still can't shake the feeling of someone watching me. I blame the headache, and start to get into the shower.
—(???'s POV)—
Today I watched them again. But, today was different. There were two people who were following them, and calling them rude things. I clenched my fist, but just watched them. They ignored the people, and kept walking. I turn away, thinking j heard something, but when I turn back, I see their head slamming into the ground by the two people. "They...they hurt precious Y/N...they need to be punished...I'm sure my knife will treat them right..." I thought in my head, a smile curving my face. I walk away, ready to leave them a surprise for when they come home...
—(Y/N's POV)—
I turned the water off and got into my clothes. My hair was a mess, but I didn't mind. I exit my bathroom and flop onto my bed. The shower made my head feel slightly better, and the thought of that made me smile. I lean up and grab my bag. I reach for my phone and grab it, then I open Wattpad and start scrolling, trying to find random things to read. After about 30 or so-ish minutes, there's a knock at my door, then a packet slid underneath the door frame. I walk over there, phone in hand, and k groan slightly. It was the classic orange paper packet, which had 'Homework' written on the front. I sigh, pick it up, and walk to my desk to start so I won't have to do it later. I pick up my headphones/earbuds (whichever you prefer) and I connect it to my phone. I grab a pencil and get to work.
—(30 Minutes Later: Y/N's POV)—
I finally finish, and I put all the papers in the packet, then text my parents that I finished. I sigh, and place the packet under the door again, then I walked back over and flipped on my bed. "Oww...I forgot about my head.." I groan slightly. I look over to my window and I see a man. He looks to be 6'5, and he has a white paper mache mask on. He is also wearing a navy blue mechanic suit. I stare at him and he stares at me. We keep eye contact for a couple minutes, and when I blink, he's gone. "What the fuck...?" I say, confused. "Who...was that..?" I sigh. "It's my concussion." I talk to myself. I checked the time. It was 11:49 p.m. "How the hell did time fly so fast?" I spoke to myself, once again. I'm not that tired, but I am bored. I start pacing my room, just thinking about random things. I checked the time again. 12:08. I sit on bed and I just stare at the ceiling. After what I think has been 1-2 hours, I check the time, again. 12:38. "Only 30 minutes!?" I yell.
"Maybe I should go for a walk..?" I say. I mentally approved and I got dressed in a black hoodie, black pants, and black shoes. I grab my phone and I walk out my front door. I would've taken headphones but I wanted to listen to the sound of nature. As I walk around the block of my neighbourhood, I had the eerie feeling of being watched again. I look around, and I sigh. I see that the time is now 1:38 a.m. "it's been an hour, I should head home." I say to myself, and walk back home.
Little do I know, I'm being watched and followed...
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