The Sleeping Siren (Jotaro X Reader)

Ch. 24: The Young Delinquent

     What will happen to me. I over heard some staff saying they'd bring me home and tell my parents I ran away, typical for a delinquent. I went to therapy, camps, and was put into mental facilities and did my best to genuinely change, but now my parents are just going to put me back into those god forsaken places, where the people underestimate me as if I'd shrivel up and die or kill someone if I was unsupervised.
   In middle school, maybe when I had just turned 11, I had so many emotions and thoughts that kept me from sleeping and functioning normally, school and sports were a burden, talking and communicating felt unnecessary and I had just became a being. I had been diagnosed at 12 with cynical depression, before hand I was put into speech therapy and then into consoling but when I was diagnosed I was immediately put into a facility for the mental. I lived there for four months when my sadness slowly started to morph into a crackling, impatient rage, when I was cured I was finally able to go back to school. I was happy and free for the first time in six months and worked hard in school and got good grades for the first time in my life, but my rage still burned. I was impatient and a perfectionist and mental breakdowns and stress headaches became constant. When I was 13 I was having a particularly bad day, my cat had died that morning and my parents told me to go to school anyway and so I did. Later I got my bike stolen, but despite my anger I let it go. It was when a kid framed for cheating on a test that day that I snap. I broke into a mental break down and beat him the second the words came from his mouth. I remember it like yesterday yet not at all, I was sad and angry and was taught not to talk about it and I had to release it violently onto someone in a flurry of fury. I was put right back into that mental facility for a year and had detention everyday after school just so that I wouldn't have a mental breakdown and commit an aggravated assault.
   The door of the interrogation room opens and it's Jotaro. I lied in his face when I could have told him that I was defending myself and we could've gone to someone before Dr. Osberg regained himself. I can't look at Jotaro, I'm so disappointed in myself, so I look to my cuffed hands instead, it's funny how they put a stand user in cuffs when I could easily tear them off like paper, but I don't.  "Y/n-"
   "I deserve this."
   "No you don't," my eyes tear up and I don't want to cry.
   "What do I deserve then Jotaro?" I ask distraught. He has no words to respond. I scoff out a laugh, "I'm probably going to juvenal hall or house arrest for running away with my history," a tear falls and I can't stop it, "maybe there I won't hurt people or myself anymore-"
   "Don't fucking say that," I pinch my lips and don't want to sob, the Joestar's have a strange way of being the only ones to support me, "you did nothing you're not going to juvenal hall or house arrest because of this."
   I shake my head, "I'm sorry Jotaro, for all of this, I could have just told you the truth and we could've had this situated, but I-"
   He crouches down in front of me and I want to cry just looking at how angry he is, "I'll help you, I promise." My headache begins.
   My lip trembles and I shut my eyes and wish everything would just evaporate when I cry. I wish I never was here, I wish that asteroid had killed me or never fell, and I wish I was strong enough to tell the truth. Jotaro stands up to hug me and I can't contain my sobs. I wish I didn't love him.

   I'm escorted to the car still cuffed and they put a special mask on me that makes it difficult to impossible to breath in the event I want to use my stand. The man who is head of the SPW foundation shoves me into the back seat, "hope you rot in prison."
   I don't reply when he slams the door in my face, I had no words to share if I even did talk. With the difficulty to breath I fell asleep.