You Are My Fallen Angel (AndyxReader)

Why I Die

"First thing I need to know, why?" Andy asked. I knew he loved me but I'm to scared to tell. I haven't told anyone about this for 15 years.

"I was 7 when it happened. My family and I always went to a little church 5 blocks from our house. From a young age I knew I didn't believe in the lord like my parents. I was always quite happy when I went there. I was always told I had this smiled plastered onto my face whenever we walked through those little glass doors. I remember the day he came to the church. He was the new pastor or something like that. He was like me, very smiley and kind, but mainly to the kids. I'd been told not to go to close because of the normal 'stranger danger' shit going around. One afternoon, when we went, I saw him standing there. Right at the front. He looked straight back at me, like I was some marvellous painting. He led the prayers that day. After the service he pulled me back. He pushed me against the wall with force. I screamed as I blacked out. I knew I was raped. He got away. Nobody knows about this. I haven't told my mother or my father. I became rather distant with the people I loved. Then I started cutting. It was around the time I started YouTube. The comments didn't help me at all. They made me feel like shit. I just felt worse and worse. I was diagnosed with anxiety and chronic depression at 16. I now have PTSD. Cutting felt like my only escape. The only place I knew. But now I have you. You know that I'm broken, and it will take time, you can accept that. We are both weirdos, but we're ok with that, and I don't give a fuck what others think about us."

"(Y/N) I'm so sorry. We'll get through this, I promise."

We laid back on the sofa and fell asleep. I told someone. Relief flooded through my veins. I feel like I'm one step closer to the old (Y/N).