Utatane Piko x Reader - Trapped

Chapter 1

Ok so this is my first fanfic and i wrote it cuz piko needs more love and there aren't all that many piko x reader fanfics out there so here and dont go hating cuz its probably not gunna be that great, although i am proud of the plot line, and i dont have too much experience writing well in 1st person but oh well. PLEASE REVIEW!

So the plot line was inspired by Sierra Leone by Mt Eden (i was listening to a nightstep mix when i heard it) and i had on of those writers' appifanies and the story just kinda flowed from there... DISCLAIMER: i dont own Utatane Piko (as much as id love to), blah blah...

Oh and HC stands for Health Center in case anyone was wondering.

Ok enough of this jibberish and onto the fanfic! :3

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I sighed. Tonight was quiet, as usual, yet somehow the silence was different. It seemed... too quiet; eerie. Despite the eerieness of the silence, fatigue pulled relentlessly at eyelids, my body aching for the peace that sleep brought me. I had hardly done anything today, yet I craved sleep more than anything. I had no idea when, but at some point in this dreadful place, sleep had stopped being a bodily necessity, and started being a mental necessity. Something to keep me sane. I stared up at my white ceiling, trying to remember the first day I came to the "Health Center". My parents - what did they even look like? - had noticed that I was a "gifted" child, or as the HC calls me, a child prodigy. The whole institution was founded to nurture children like me, or, special children. No matter how hard I try, everything I think of is either too fuzzy to make out, or too vauge to be taken as fact. I do, however, have vivid memories of my learning. My learning level is highly advanced for my age, basically making me a walking information intake. I'm as precipicatious as Sherlock Holmes. The HC says that my parents left me here so that I could learn to defend myself against people that want to take advantage of me, in a friendly environtment with other children like me, but where I learned my defence wouldn't matter. I have no friends here; most of the kids avoid me. The teachers are all so sickeningly sweet, I can barely make it through a day of their fake smiles and enthusiasm. I feel a drop of liquid running down my cheek, and I squeeze my eyes shut. I lay my arm over my eyes, and wait for sleep to do the rest. Sleep has become a mental necessity to me, because it helps me escape this hell of my life. Day after day, every day, for as long as I can remember, I've taken tests. I get up, eat, dress, test until lunch, eat, then test some more, until dinner at 7:00. Every single kind of test you can imagine, I've taken it. Lie detectors, psychiatric, therapeutic, perceptual, intellectual; you name it, I've taken it. And it never stops.

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