Sanders Sides OneShots

Sold Au (Analogical)

_angsty_writer_ I got it done!

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T.W. I don't want to say too much otherwise I'll give away the plot line. But it's just a negative one shot, it has panic attacks and bullying and mentions of rape. As well as anxiety, depression and self harm. And death.

If I missed anything, let me know.

I'm hoping this turns out well, because it's had a 500 word plan so let's see how it goes...

His eyes fluttered open, and it was just white. Where was he? He felt the familiar comfort of his dog plush sat next to him. Where were his parents?
"Hey, Sweetie, how are you doing?"
"I want mummy." He spoke, his voice small, and scared.
"Mummy is busy, she won't be coming for a while."
"Daddy?"
"He's sleeping."
His lip quivered and he pulled the dog plush to his chest.
"What's the dog's name?"
"Rufus." He spoke, the plush calming him down.
"Can I check your head? You suffered a nasty bump, and I'll check Rufus' too?"
He nodded, and his thumb found its way between his lips.
The lady left a short while after that, and he didn't see her again until the evening, when he was eating. He asked to see his parents again, but he was told they were both sleeping.
Over the next few days, he left the hospital and went to a new place, full of children, older than him mostly.
He met lots of nice adults, and two even wanted to take him home. The dog plush stayed in his hand, and his thumb was still in his mouth.
He was put in a room, and left to settle for a while, before his new family called him down for food.

~~~

He stumbled backwards and landed on the ground, kids laughed at him, mocked him, and the tears formed, he tried to stop them, but he couldn't. Why were they so cruel? He thought school would be an escape, he guessed wrong.
The bell rang, and the other kids ran off, and he followed them, he hated school, he was always humiliated. His parents were mean and the kids bullied him. Hopefully next year wouldn't be so bad.

~~~

"Get up you lazy piece of Sh**" His dad yelled at him, causing him to drag himself out of bed, he'd not slept again, and as he looked to his left, he cringed at what he saw. 11, and it had already started. 1 year, and he wanted it to stop. Why now? Why him?
He trudged to the bathroom and showered, scrubbed off any evidence of the previous night, but he could still feel it on him, he hated it.
What a great way to start middle school, he thought to himself. Maybe he'd make a friend.
He slung his backpack over his shoulder and bolted out of the school gates, hoping he'd lost them, and they wouldn't come after him. He ran home, not that home was an escape. He knew what would be waiting for him, and he hated the idea of it, but he couldn't say anything.
Midnight rolled around, and he was still awake, and he hated it. His stomach ached, he needed food, but there was nothing in the house he could eat, and if his parents found out he was awake, he'd be forced into more.
He rolled onto his side and stared at the bathroom door.
A few times couldn't hurt. Right?

~~~

High school, the beginning of the end.
Would it be as bad as his past few years? He wouldn't know.
He knew nothing at home would change, but at least he had a job, he would be able to earn his own money and feed himself, as well as make his room look more... inviting, to any guests.
He put his bracelets on, hiding any evidence of anything, and his large hoodie covered up the rest, he couldn't stand the idea of anyone knowing who he really was. They already mocked him because they thought they knew him.
He put his headphones on and walked to school, immediately avoiding any groups.
He opened his locker and put his backpack in there, and he looked at the plush he'd put in there a few moments prior, a safety thing, something that reassured him and was always there, he just hoped no one saw.
"Hey, emo, you lost or something?"
He heard the all too familiar voice of the most popular male in the school as soon as he shut his locker.
He kept his gaze down and walked to his first class. These next four years were going to suck.