AU Sans X Reader one shots

PJ X Popular Reader| part 2

"Its, no big deal, I thought you said...you were leaving"
I say as I get a rag to start cleaning the mess.

I bent down to clean the mess only to end up feeling worse. I feel PJ next to me and he takes the rag from me.

I look at him surprised.

He sighs.

"I'll clean it, just go relax or whatever" PJ days not looking at me.

I smile softly not that he knows and I stand up and drop self on the couch.

I pick up my computer trolley and begin playing my game again. Eventually I ended up dozing off.

I'm suddenly woken up and my open up sleepily. PJ is in front of me with a bowl in his hand.

"....oh, it's about time you act like my real boyfriend" I smirk

PJ grimaces in return and rolls his eyes.

"Don't push my kindness towards you" he says

"I'm just kidding sheesh" I say

I take the soup in hand about to eat it but stop.

"...."

"What's wrong" PJ questions

"....im not hungry," I say and rest the soup on the table in front of me"

PJ gets annoyed.

"I just made that for you the least you can do is eat it"

"...." I don't answer I only close my eyes, I didn't feel hungry.

"Get up" PJ says

"...why" I muffle through my pillow.

"Just get up and eat"

"I sit up sickly and look at him. He has the bowl.in hand and puts the soup to my lips

"Hmm, your feeding me? I must be blessed" I smile tiredly.

"Shut up and eat" PJ grunts.

I eat the soup, it tasted really good.

PJ fed me in silence and I ate .

"Didn't take you for the gamer" PJ says glancing at the t.V screen

"Well I like games" I say simply.

"Oh man" I groan in pain and put a hand out to signal PJ to stop with the food.

He stops momentarily confused.

I lay back down and curl into a ball touching my head. I felt seriously hot.

"PJ, go in the bathroom and get me my p-pills" I groan in pain again.

PJ does what I say and looks at the prescription.

"Why are you taking these?"

"Because they help now give them to me!" I yell at him.

PJ instead places a hand on my head and curses. Instead of giving me what I asked for he headed into the kitchen.

I cursed sharply and passed out.

And memories came back to me.

My parents beating and criticizing  me every time I did something wrong. Each bruise, each scar, every blood shed. Then their deaths.

Their mortifying deaths. Why hadn't I died instead? I would have been better.

I reached out for something. I had felt alone and empty. My hand grabbed something warm and I held onto it.