it was dark in the room. of course it was, it was nearly midnight. corbyn laid behind me, his chest pressed to my back, his arms around my waist. his face was buried in the back of my neck as he slept.
the voices in my head yelled at me.
"run, leave!" they scream.
"you're not wanted, your boyfriend is just dating you out of pity!" they hiss.
"even fire doesn't want you around!" they growl.
i sigh, staring at the dark wall in front of me.
"what's wrong?" corbyn mumbles, surprising me.
"nothing, i'm fine." i whisper.
he just hums in response.
"thought you were asleep?" i say.
"kinda was."
"go back to bed."
"not until you tell me what's wrong."
"all these voices in my head get loud, 'wish i could shut them out."
once i said that, corbyn stiffens up behind me.
"i'm sorry that i can't exactly help you." he sighs.
"no, it's okay. you do help, just by staying." i reassure him.
"are you sure?" he asks quietly.
"positive. they have no effect on me as long as you're around."
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Kitty 🐺
FanfictionIt's one of my online besties birthday! (2/9) I made her a book full of imagines because she made me a book on my birthday too
