I'm pretty sure y'all know what traumatized means, but I'mma explain it anyway.

So basically, it means that something really bad happened in your childhood and you can't seem to forget about, even now.

The reader is traumatized because they got raped by a certain family member.

I'm not trying to offend anyone, I just want you to know that you don't need to suffer in silence. If you need someone to talk to, I'm here. I'm on everyday if you just want to talk. 🤗

You and Michael were friends, but you seemed to forget.

Anyway, to the story.

Song of Choice: ZAYN ft. Sia - Dusk Till Dawn
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Pain. It was all you felt. Even though it happened years ago, the pain never went away. You never gotten really close to anyone for that exact reason. To betray and use you. You laid in bed awake in fear of the nightmares that may come. It was boring living all by yourself, but it had to be done. At least you get to stay home for the next couple of days, for it was the weekend. You dreaded the days you went to work because of the way some of your co-workers looked at you. They looked at you like you were a deer and they were the wolves. But the house wasn't going to pay its own bills so you had to get a job.

It was now Saturday morning and you had just woken up from a dreamless slumber, surprisingly. You didn't question it as you don't want nightmares tonight. With nothing to do today, you just settled on watching your favorite Disney movie(because that makes all the people happy). You put in and went to the kitchen to get breakfast. You checked the cabinets and fridge, but there was barely anything, since you didn't eat much. There were some crackers and bottles of water, but you were sure that wouldn't suffice. So you had to begrudgingly go to the store.

You put on a loose sweater, a pair of skinny jeans and sneakers. You grabbed your coat and wallet and decided to walk to the store. While walking, you swore you were being watched. You turned around, but didn't see anybody. Until your eyes stopped at a tree. There was a man behind it wearing a white mask and worn mechanic jumpsuit. You immediately went into fight or flight mode and booked it until you got to the store, not slowing down.

You saw the front of the store coming up and started slowing down. You stopped to catch your breath from all the running. Once you gained your composure, you went inside. You walked in and saw a variety of aisles containing different things. Sure it was small, but it still had food.

"Hello, and welcome to Snack Falcon! I'm Gregg and I'll be your cashier for today. Let me know if you need anything!" said a enthusiastic employee greeting you.

You smiled at his happy attitude. At least someone here is nice. You browsed each and every aisle for all kinds of snacks to choose from. You got a mix containing some Pringles, Cheez-its, your favorite candy bar, and a soda. It ain't much, but at least it's something. After making sure you wanted these, you went to the counter to pay for your food.

"Did you find what you needed?" Gregg asked, while scanning your items.

"Yes I did, thank you." You replied.

You explained how you were last minute snack shopping for today and he explained that him and his boyfriend were saving money to leave town.

"Wow, you have a boyfriend? What's his name?" You asked.

"His name is Angus. He's a sweet guy once you get to know him." He replied.

"I don't think I could get into a relationship like that."

"Aww, sure you can! There's gotta be someone you like."

"Nope. I'm a single pringle."

"Oh, alright. Take care!"

"You too!" You grabbed your items and started your trek home.

You liked talking to him. Even though he knows nothing about you, he was still great to talk to. Now you probably have a reason to get out of the house. On the way back, you felt like you were being watched again. You paid no mind, but you were still weary. You took faster steps over some silly paranoia. As you were about to round the corner to your street, a arm grabbed you and a hand covered your mouth. You tried to scream, but to no avail.

"Shh. If you calm down and it'll all be over soon." said an unknown voice.

He didn't even try anything when he was ripped off of you. You quickly turned around and landed on your back. You sat up to see the stranger fighting with the man you saw earlier. Taking no chances, you got up and ran for your house. You did not want to see what happened. You frantically opened your front door and closed it. Not wanting to think about what happened, you started to watch your movie.

You woke up to see that the movie was over. You must've slept through the rest of it. You put your movie away and went to the kitchen for some food. You just now remembered that you had dropped your bag of snacks when you got grabbed. You were thinking about how you shouldn't have went today, then you saw your bag sitting on the table. You started to panic and wonder how the bag got there. Just then you felt like you were being watched for a third time, but in your own house. You turned around to find your stalker standing in the middle of your living room.

"W-Who are y-you? What do y-you w-want?" You asked cautiously.

No answer.

"I-If you're h-here to kill m-me, just do it. No o-one will care i-If I'm g-gone."

Still no answer. It was like talking to a wall. But he heard you and your quiet pleas for help. He wasn't one for reassuring, but he could at least try. He slowly started to walk towards you. Tears were threatening to spill out as you take a shaky step backwards. He noticed this and thought it was his appearance. He put his hands up to the edge of the mask. He was hesitant, but eventually took it off. You saw him drop the mask and you looked at his face. It was the icy blue eyes and the long hair that gave it away.

"M-Michael?" You said quietly, but loud enough for him to hear it. Then you started to remember an old memory.

"Hey, Michael?" Your younger self asked.

"Yeah?" He said, curious.

"Are you gonna remember me when we're older?"

"Of course, silly. Why wouldn't I?"

"But what if I forget about you?"

"I'll remind you when we get older."

"Promise?"

"Promise."

He was the only one who understood you, considering he lived a broken home also. You fell to your knees and let the tears fall. He quickly went to you and hugged you. You never let anyone touch you, but Michael was the only exception. You gripped onto him, afraid he'll leave like everyone else. It was comforting being held by someone you trusted the most.

"P-Please stay." You whispered. He heard it anyway. He kissed the top of your head to let you know that he won't leave you.
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I'm so so sorry this took forever. I was lazy af, but decided to finish it cuz I was bored.

Aren't you ◡̈⋆ⒽⒶⓅⓅⓎ😊? I'm pretty this is long enough to make up my absence.

That is all. Cya! -FandomTrash