A Madhouse diary - straykids fanfiction

☆Entry³

⚠warning: this chapter contains sexual assault and murder.

Entry no3:
Nam Y/n
19/11/0000
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Your head was fuzzy so fuzzy that no thoughts were clear in your head , you tried to move your head to the side as the position you were in was mildly uncomfortable but you just felt really heavy.

You realised that small grunts and other sounds were leaving your mouth and you had no idea why, you tried to open your eyes but that was a much difficult task so you just resulted just to trying  to move any other part of your body which was also unsuccessful.

After a while you managed to open your eyes and it took sometime for your eyes to adjust to the darkness in the room with only some moonlight seeping through the blinds being your only source of light.

But something felt off.

"You got me a diary?" You stared at the book with a lock and key that your mother had just gifted you.

Most of the the time you got better things, clothing. Gift cards, new accessories, the latest phone, money to spend on yourself – but a diary? What the fuck were you supposed to do with that when you a notes app on your phone.

"When I was younger, my mother got me a diary too, I know it might seem weird but it really helps a lot y/n, just write, anything , it doesn't matter, just whatever you feel" she said as she sat down next to you.

"Uh sure" you said discarding the book onto your bed causing her to sigh. "It's either that or therapy y/n"

"Are you threatening me?"

"I'm not." She looked at you taking your hands in hers "your father and I really love you, I'm not sure what's been happening at school but it's been making you less... you, you don't talk to us as much, you're detached, you snap at the smallest pushes, what's going on" she begged you to tell her but what could you say.

"Yeah you're right mom." You wanted to say "I had to sleep with a senior guy so he wouldn't tell the school about our real nationality and risk having us sent back" You wanted to say but kept quiet.

"Fine. I'll write down my feelings or whatever" you said tiredly and she smiled "thank you" She hugged you.

You hugged her back, even if you didn't really like spending time with your parents for that same reason but you still did love them as they showed that they cared for you deeply,  which is why you were doing this.
Even if you had to pretend to be going through a phase around them , if it was to help keep them safe you'd do it any and every time.

"Even if they said things that hurt you at times."

Something didn't feel right— and that's when you felt it, your private felt... you weren't sure how to put it as it was feeling too many different things as you also realised that your body was moving back and forth on the mattress a lot.

Your lower region ached with a burning sensation, it Something one would describe as a pleasurable pain that was more on the painful side. You wanted to understand what the fuck was going on but froze when your eyes adjusted to the figure above you.