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"WHERE ARE YOU!?"
"YOU THINK YOU CAN ESCAPE!?"
"GET BACK HERE!"
"YOU'LL NEVER LEAVE!"
Something is then swung at me. A shuny, sharp object swings towards ny admonenen. I feel a sharp pain In the gut. I tumble backwards as i'm holding my gut. Blood gushes out, I can't scream, I can't yell, I can't call out for help. I'm hopeless.
Everything starts becoming blurry before darkness consumes my vision.
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My eyes shot wide open. I gasp as I leap forward from my slumber. I'm panting like I just ran a marathon. I put my hand to my chest and take deep breaths in and out to settle my heart beat.
I rub my hand across my forehead. I'm sweating like crazy.
"What happened?"
"What the hell was that?"
"Wait.. i dont remember getting into bed.."
I remember falling asleep on the couch, maybe one of the boys brought me back to my room.
I stretch out and let a big yawn escape my lips.
I groggily get up from my bed and start heading to the bathroom that is connected in my room.
I do my buisness, and wash my hands. I take off my clothes, and get into the shower. I wash off my body with the luufah. I look down at my disgusting body.
God I'm such a fat pig. I wish I had a nicer body. Maybe I should skip some meals, yeah il do that. Maybe then il loose some weight, hopefully.
I wash my gross dry, and notty hair with the dove shampoo and conditioner. I so badly want to shave the little demons on my legs so I don't look like an ape. Il ask Brendon to buy me a razor later. He probably won't unless it's a dull blade with safety on that probably won't even work.
After I finish in the shower, I blow dry my hair, and dry my body off with the white, fuzzy towel. I then wrap the towel around my body and head out of the bathroom. I pick my clothes for the day and head downstairs, phone in hand.
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《Please, Don't Be Afraid》Brendon Urie x Reader
Fanfiction(Y/n) is a 17 year old female struggling with severe depression, and she has been ever since she was a young girl. She is bullied on a constant basis at school and abused physically and mentally by her family at home. She has no friends, she feels...