"Please come back" You yell out as loud as you can. Your head falls back into your knees, which are scrunched up, tight to your chest. "I don't know what I'll possibly do without you. I don't think I can even simply survive without you. Please, I'll do anything, just come back"
That was where I, y/n, was before Alex swept me off my feet.
You cried yourself to sleep that night. "Y/n..." your mom/dad knocks on your door.
(It says mom/dad because in this story you only have one parent and I want to be inclusive to the people reading who only have on the parent)
"Hun, you have to leave the room eventually. You have school, a life you have to tend to. I know this is extremely hard for you, especially at this age, but you have to get up. It's been...two months. Where'd my daughter go?" That phrase...that phrase makes me want to scream, "He/she acts like she/he understands what I'm going through..when she/he DOESN'T." Not meaning to yell "doesn't" out loud, thankfully that makes your mom/dad walk away.
Two months..two months...that's the amount of time it's been since your best friend, your entire world, someone who couldn't be replaced, drank herself to death.
"Today, I will do it. I will work up the courage to open my closet, get dressed, brush my teeth, and...and leave my room" And that's exactly what you did. That was the day you built up the motivation to start again.
"Y/n?" You hear your mom/dad say. You decided to look his/her way and nod, but not say anything. "Do you think you can go to school today?" Your mom/dad states with all good intentions, but it's not what you wanted to hear.
"t-too far..mom/dad. Oh, sorry I understand. Well I am very proud of you for getting up today! This is a start!" You understood she/he meant well but it just...angered you, for no apparent reason. Deciding to go back up to your room you trip and fall on the stairs. "AGHH!" You scream, "fucking dumbass stairs, why the fuck did you trip me" you mumble to yourself as you walk upstairs. You take your "happiness" pills you were given to by your therapist. "You get in your bed which you haven't touched in two months, because it reminded you too much of..her with all the plushies she gave you.
"I did it..I got up, well I guess this really is the start.." you whisper to yourself. Staring up at the ceiling you use this as a time to reflect upon yourself, which makes you start to tear up. Eventually, you start to breakdown, once again crying yourself to sleep, but this time on your bed.
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Mi amor~// Quackity x reader
Fanfiction"Thank you for helping me through so much Alex..from the very beginning"
