{Trigger warning: This story deals with a lot of serious topics and situations. Heavy detail is included. Ranges from sexual assault, domestic violence, abuse of psychical and emotional, self harm, and suicide. Read with caution, this is your only w...
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Cracks of lightning brighten the sky. It's followed by a roar of thunder. My eyes stare out the window, my head leaned against the wall. My knees drawn to my chest while my hands are in the pocket of my hoodie. My fingers interlocked together.
Rain hits the window making it blurry to even look out. A deep breath escapes my lips.
Knocks appear at the door before I hear the door open. I don't turn my head. I keep looking out the window hearing footsteps coming in my direction. It's not till they sit down that I turn my head and lock eyes with Andy's tired ones.
"Can't sleep?" Andy asks, in a low voice. I nod and turn my head away, looking back out the window. My hoodie was pulled up, covering my head and ears. The warmth of it engulfing me, keeping me warm. "Y/n, I know it's late and you're avoiding me, but you got to talk to me. I can't help if I don't know what's going on."
I stay quiet, staying still. Out of the corner of my eye I could see the woman keeping her eyes on me. A sad look was filling her face. I close my eyes for a second then reopen.
"I don't know what to say," I whisper, shrugging. Andy slowly nods her head, looking away and out the window with me.
"I don't either but there's obviously something going on. Whether that be one thing or several, we both promised to talk to each other. No more secrets."
"Yes because I'm the only one keeping secrets," I say. My eyes squeeze together seeing Andy's head turn towards me. But before she could fully my eyes were closed.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Andy questions, a tone of hurt and confusion in her voice as she asks if. I shake my head, biting down on my bottom lip.
"I-I don't know. I didn't mean it," I breathe out. My chest beginning to beat fast.
"I think you did Y/n. What happened at that party?" Andy's voice remains calm but I know she's mad. Just like Jack was.
"Things," I whisper shortly. "It doesn't matter."
"Yes it does. You know it does. You drank. You were under the influence and you did something to your head! Were you trying to hurt yourself?"
"No!" I raise my voice and get up, out of the bay window. My hands fly up to my head, shaking it. "I just wanted to stop feeling and seeing! It was too much at once! I didn't- I don't know what happened! I didn't have full control!"
"Y/n..." Andy's voice trails. My eyes finally open. Tears filling them yet again as my eyes meet Andy's brown ones. They're full of emotions. Some I can't even decipher. "Is talking with Diane not helping? You were doing so well."
"It was working, it is working!" I plead, dropping my hands from my head. They mess with each other, my stomach is doing backflips.
