"No... way..." I stand up, backing up slightly.
"Is there an issue with her?" He also gets up, walking towards me.
"n-no... way..." My lips quiver, not able to get a full sentence out.
"What's wrong, Basil?"
"I... I-I..." I hold my head, gripping my hair and yanking strands out.
"Basil." He grabs my wrist, pulling my hand away.
"d... don't... touch me..." My throat is closing on me, as I feel the world around me spin.
"I can't let you hurt yourself. Please sit back down, and tell me what's wrong."
"NO!! LET GO OF ME!!!" I try and shove my elbow into his face, but he catches it with his other hand.
"LET GO!!! LET GO!!! 𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐆𝐎!!!" Squirming in his grip, I can't think of anything- besides,
I have to get out of here.
I have to get 𝐨𝐮𝐭.
"Basil, calm down. I'm not going to hurt you."
"LIAR!! FUCKING LIAR!!!!"
We fall to the floor, and he backs up slowly, as I start to kick and scream.
"LET GO LET GO LETGOLETGOLETGO!!!!"
Brian doesn't respond, instead, goes up to his phone and calls someone.
I curl up into a ball and start to wail.
"please... l-let me go..." Choking out between cries while throwing a tantrum was not on my list of things I wanted to do today.
Definitely not what I wanted.
All I can hear over my sobs is him saying, "I need assistance."
Fuck, I've really done it this time, haven't I?
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"Basil, was it? Please talk to me." A doctor and I have been sitting in this room for the past ten minutes, trying to get me to spill about my breakdown.
I don't even remember how I got here.
"I know this is hard for you, but we can't help if you don't tell us what's wrong."
I can't think of anything. My brain feels like it's full of static and haze, unable to comprehend at all.
I'm having another moment.
Continuing to stare at nothingness, I image someone.
Two people, actually.
Well, two kids.
They have dark brown hair, and tan skin. Both have bright blue eyes, and one even has cute freckles.
My... children? I can hear their constant cries in my head, begging and pleading me to not die.
Even if they aren't saying any words, I can still make out what they're trying to get across.
They want me, their 'mother', to survive.
For them, at least.
It's agonizing to hear, but not in a bad way.
"Basil."
I lift my tired eyes at the male doctor.
"There we go." He smiles, "Can you speak?"
My mouth opens, but nothing comes out.
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Gardening & Gender Mishaps
Fanfic>UPDATES SPORADICALLY< ✩-------------------------⁂✵🜸✫彡 Basil is a boy. He's always been a boy. But what if one incident leads to another, and he ends up in a really strange situation for a male? ✩-------------------------⁂✵🜸✫彡 This self insert sto...
