Y/N's POV
"Stop! Stop it!" He's touching me.
The memory's on repeat.
He always looks tempted.
Whenever I look my hair, cry or even move. He's always there.
But he won't ever touch me again.

🎼"Humtey Dumpty sat on a wall...Humtey Dumpty had a great fall..."🎼
I take a spoonful of my beans from the can. That's all he's fed me. Beans.

🎼"No one will find Y/N again....She's gone from their minds and never set free..."🎼

"Singing again? Hehe, it won't take you back you know."

"J-Just l-let me g-go PLEASE!!! I'm begging you..."

"Play the game and you'll be set free."

"WHAT ELSE DO YOU WANT ME TO DO!! I'VE WROTE LETTERS, SENT THREATS AND I CAN'T EVEN SEE MY OWN KIDS GROW UP!!!!"

"Well, make the right choices and that might change..."

I slapped him.

"WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS!!!???!!! YOU SHOULD BE DEAD!!!!"

"Exactly."

He left. Shut the door. Locked it. I'll be never seen again.

I'm going insane. I need Stan. Not Kenny. Not Craig. Not Wendy. Not Bebe. Not Heidi. Not Caitlyn. Not Tyler. Stan.

Stan always talked to me when I was upset. He was always there for me growing up. He was the first I told when I was pregnant with Tyler. I was so scared but he helped me pull through. He did some bad things but he's still my brother. I was there for him and he was there for me. That's it. Unbreakable. That's what he called me.

And I'm not gonna let him break me.