The Weight of a Letter(Yandere!Rottmnt Donnie x GN reader)

A Surprising Visit

Content warnings: Stalking, Paranoia, dark themes, self deprecating thoughts, anxiety(?), panic attack, bad writing

"Thanks again for letting me stay the night." I say softly, pulling my backpack over my shoulders. After my discovery from the night before, I ran to Irma's in a panic. She helped me go through my apartment and search for anything that might have been stolen or broken. We hadn't found much, only some odd things being moved or shifted. Some of my clothing was gone too, my favorite pajama set having disappeared from my drawers. A chill goes down my spine at the thought. We called the police shortly after I discovered the break in and the officers inspected the apartment before leaving, only giving words of sympathy and a promise to patrol the area. It was just so comforting. I grimace at the thought of the smug officers and how they brushed off my concerns, assuming I was just imagining everything.

Irma hands me a bottle of water, smiling softly. "It was the least I could do. Are you sure you want to go to school though? I can tell you're all worked up, and I don't want anything to happen. I don't mind you hanging out in my apartment, and I can pick up all your assignments."

I chew on my cheek, thinking over her words. I had barely slept from the initial panic and I felt as if I'd keel over from nerves alone any minute. Staying home was incredibly tempting. I shudder at the thought of the crowded halls, my neck already prickling from the phantom feeling of eyes boring into me. Irma was right, going somewhere would only make everything all the more stressful. As much as I hated being alone, being in a large crowd of people would be much worse.

"I think I'll stay here." I mumble out, letting my backpack fall back to the floor. Irma nods, her face pulled taut in sympathy. I knew everything was weighing on her just as much as it was me. Dragging her into this wasn't my intention, but I had no one else to turn to. Hopefully she would forgive me once this was all over.

I watch Irma's unshaved hair fall into her face as she nods, her hand reaching up to tuck them back behind her ear. She reaches out and rests her hand on my shoulder, shaking me gently. "You're safe here. I won't let anything get to you. Once my dad's back from his recent job, he said he'd stay around and keep an eye on you. I won't let anything hurt you, I promise."

I look into Irma's dark eyes, watching as the concern and worry swirl in her irises. She was never one to hide her emotions, always wearing her heart on her sleeve. It was one of my favorite things about her because I could always tell when she was being genuine. I lift my hand and rest it on hers, nodding.

"I believe you. Now get out of here before you're late you dork." I force a smile on my face as the teasing words leave my mouth. Irma's face brightens considerably and she pulls me into a tight hug. I wrap my arms around her taller form, the lanky girl hunched as she hugs me.

"We're going to figure this out. Together." Her whispered words rotate through my head, knocking away my doubt. I hang onto her, frozen. Having Irma trucking through this with me was everything, and her confirming she would stay by my side made everything all that much easier to deal with. I felt tears well up in my eyes from the gratitude I felt, Irma squeezing me tightly. "I love you, and I'm here for you. I'm not letting you do this alone."

Irma lets go after I mumble an 'I love you' back, carefully slinging her bag over her shoulder. Her hand rests on the doorknob and she turns back to look at me. "Call me if anything happens, and call the police if you need to as well."

My head bobs robotically as she leaves, the door locking behind her. I stand awkwardly in the foyer, patting my thighs. I didn't know what to do. TV is an option, as is lying on the couch while playing on my phone, but I quickly shake those options out of my head. Laying around wouldn't help, I needed to get my mind off things. I look around the apartment, turning with each step. Irma and I made a bit of a mess last night, and everything was in a disorganized state. I grimace. Both Irma and Tony were very neat people and most of the mess was my fault.