Don't Fucking Touch Me

Haphephobia is the fear of being touched. When young Dean starts his first year back at school after developing this fear, of course it's the hardest thing he's ever done. He doesn't know how much he can take, contact wise, before he just freaks out and starts to have a panic attack. This is the story of how meeting one friend made 11th grade both the easiest and hardest school year he'd endured.

(This story will include both true and fictional events and characters, some things will have actually happened to me before. If you couldn't tell, this story is about a more perfect world where it would be easier to get over my fear, and where there would actually be someone out there for me. Magic also exists, as well as angels and demons and things crossed between humans and monsters, so yeah
If I write you into this, or an event involving you, and you don't like it, message me. I'll remove it.)