tw trauma
"you're okay" brendon mumbled in my ear, kissing my head.
i had a nice little cry on brendon and told him what happened. he was being the sweet person he is and comforting me:
"sorry about this" i said.
"don't be. really, none of this is your fault" he replied, wiping my tears.
"ugh i fucking hate her" i muttered.
"i don't blame you darling" he leaned his head on my neck, squeezing me.
"you want a snack?" he asked me.
"im good" i replied.
"i'll let you be alone for a bit. but first" he got up and put a billie eilish vinyl in my record player. he kissed my head and left the room.
i love him.
i laid on my bed letting the sweet voice of billie eilish fill the room. soon enough my eyes fluttered shut and i slipped into darkness.
"no! i promise i wont do it again!" i sobbed as laurel pinned me against the floor. i tried shouting for help but she covered my mouth. my cries for help were not heard. my screams were muffled. how could she touch a 13 year old child like this? where was her sanity? "stop" i whispered
i screamed and shot up, falling off my bed. "alexa!?" brendon bolted into my room and saw me on the floor.
"im fine. i-it was just a dream" i rubbed my eyes and sighing.
"it sucks" i looked at him.
"what does?"
"to see you like this. my own fucking child hurting all the time"
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high hopes | brendon urie
Fanfiction"if i killed myself tonight, the stars would still appear, the sun would still come out, the earth would still rotate, the seasons would still change, so why not brendon?" tw mental health, sexual assault, self harm, suicide attempts, homophobia
