"War" A Ticci Toby x Reader Story

Chapter 1:

Another night of waking up sweaty. Another night full of terror and fears. Another night I'd like to use the metaphorical sentence of running from my fears and horrors. I can't.

I am 26 years old and already retired from the battlefield. I was a warrior. A part of the elite but due to one moment of mistake my whole life was...well broken apart? I had hallucinations and trauma, the emotional and neurological damage caused me to be tied to a wheelchair. My lower body numb. My legs seeming to just not work as the physical and emotional trauma kept me from living properly. The fear causing extreme stuttering to occure whenever I am slightly overstimulated. I can live on my own but never be able to live my life like I wanted to. I was a human with dreams once too. Now Im just a human. When i go outside. I dont get praised for my services. I get spat at and rude or pitiful comments or gazes. To some Im a poor human that has to get rid of sins and this is my second life. To others Im a waste of space and oxygene...I lived through the accident with no critical wounds. My friend saved me but thats the other thing. He died...I was the one to make a mistake of course Im going to regret not dying in their place...

I live in a small appartment. It's way past midnight but also kind of too early to get up. I do my morning routine of trying not to fall victim to depression and try my best up to keep up with my physical exercises like *trying* to walk, doing pushups and situps and pullups...basic exercises. Just because I was out of the military and not in training either didnt mean I was going to let myself go. I pushed myself. It is a great distraction to keep my mind off of things.

Soon my clock rang signalizing that I had been awake way before time again...I went to take a shower and get some breakfast...at least I was able to move my toes in the morning...everytime I am able to do that I always hope that I will somehow revive myself from the trauma and be able to walk again. I once got to walk a step...but only a step and reality hit hard when I fell to the floor afterwards. After having a decent breakfast I ordered a cab to bring me to my psychiatrist. Ready to once again face the same questions of what I dreamt about and so on. It was getting old to say the least. I trained my mind though, so after I was at my psychiatrist and had my physical exam done for the day i most likely either went to a library, a casino...or somewhere else...honestly just anything to keep myself distracted.

Good news. Its friday that means I have to go grocery shopping. Why friday? Because most shops close to my place fill up on thursday but thats the day the most people go there too so I go a day later. Another boring day...the same ritual over and over again. But this wouldnt be a good story if it didnt start when something was about to change right?

<3 hello chicken nuggets, so ehm this story was in draft for a long time and I need some good inspo. Ill try to continue it as best as possible but id adore it if you could leave some ideas in the comments? Have a great time~ Bu-bye:D