—“I’m right here, especially for you.”

the overwhelming sensation of fear worsened as the days passed. you never wanted to see them again. the one who did unspeakable things to you as a child, was in front of you; or more of, has talked to you as nothing happened. but the dried skin on your body already picked, peeled, and bloodied. scratch marks evident under the sleeve of your shirts and jackets. the cuts and bruises of razors and other objects painful as it constantly reminded you of what you felt.

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the eyes of everyone on you didn’t help either. the ringing in your ears grew louder as you excused yourself out of the match; your heart pounding in your ears. you were in the bathroom, vomiting out of anxiety and fear, your stomach acid refluxing in a non-welcoming motion. your head dizzy as your body shook with noticeable discomforting tremors. you cleaned yourself up as you felt a hand on your shoulder, or really near your elbow; valk. a child hood friend of yours, that has seen you in your lows and highs. the worrisome glint in his eyes evident as his voice came out soft.

“you can go into the backstage with me and dom, if that’s fine?”

who would say no, it was the aftermath of the phight as everyone was getting ready for the next round. you lay on the couch as valk comforted you by laying next to you. dom not in the room.