{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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"Y/n wait up!" Caroline's voice calls out as I'm heading down the sidewalk. It was after school. I'm still not allowed to be in my regular classes. Andy spoke with the counselor and the principal and they have me in one classroom all day. But with the art teacher. Art's my favorite class and the teacher didn't mind at all which I'm thankful for. She's a quirky girl. Very nature loving. She has plants all over her room with a variety of different art pieces and projects. Either things she's done or her former and current students. She had big round circle glasses. And dark purple hair.
She was kind. Kinder than most teachers. They let me have a choice which was nice. I chose her. Thankfully she agreed.
"Y/n, hey wait-" Caroline says, finally reaching me. Her hand gently grabs my shoulder and I turn my head to the left to meet her eyes. I hadn't really spoken to her for a few days. "You can't avoid me forever."
"You locked me in my room," I say, easily. The two of us still walking. Her hand slides off of my shoulder. I grip onto my bookbag straps as my head turns and my eyes glue to the sidewalks beneath our feet.
"You were sad Y/n. You wanted to talk to your mom. I was only trying to help," Caroline responds. "Plus in my defense it seems you two had a pretty good conversation. Sure it took 3 hours for Jack and I to open the door but that's 3 hours worth for you two to get everything out there on the table."
"I don't have a table in my room. I have a desk," I say, seeing the disbelief on her face out of the corner of my eye. I knew what she meant but I also just I don't know. Part of me just wanted to forget it but also couldn't. It was a bit traumatizing. The whole being locked in a room with no escape. But on the other hand it was Jack and Caroline on the other side of that door. It could've been worse people. I've dealt with worse people.
"Okay you know I love you but you don't know what I mean? I- Look I... It's not like an actual table it's more like a figure of speech-" Caroline speaks with her hands trying to configure some type of diagram of a table. A small smile inches my lips as I shake my head and stop walking. Caroline passes me and then stops a few feet away. She drops her hands to her side and turns, facing me. Her eyes meet mine and instantly I watch her eyes soften and her delicate lips curve up into a soft smile. She easily takes a couple steps forward and nods her head.
"I'm sorry. What I did was insensitive and I shouldn't have done it knowing that probably triggered something. I'm really sorry Y/n," Caroline apologizes with this puppy dog look in her eyes. I stare at her. Not in a I dazed off way or that I didn't care what she was saying. No, it was in a way that I appreciated that she was apologizing. That she cares. And yeah locking me in a room did trigger my fight or flight, which honestly was just me cowering down into a ball until I got comfortable. Andy helped. I'm glad I wasn't alone.
"I appreciate that Care. But maybe next time let me know if you're going to do that or something like that. It was kind of scary," I say truthfully.
