My Protective Hero

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they show to the world around them

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ng has c

ng was d

elt like a prison

the monsters were

rom my cage. The cage I had lived in since I was eight. And yet the

d and

eks should be enough to make me calm, to accept my new life. To accept the good people th

devil himself with his three brothers and one best friend to save the woman he love

ad seen and went through every kind of shit the world threw at them and still managed to love each other

rfection. Making me feel like a part of them. Treat

use has cried at some point. The only difference was they all have healed or were in

happened before in the last months too. Where nothing seemed to comfort me, where everything felt like an anomaly. These bouts of sudden panic attacks had disappeared after living in that cage for years on end, I had adapted

as the room itself

ike a cru

of my im

beneath my palms, the doors would burst open and those monsters would come and grab me. Those m

y legs could buckle underneath me I walked to the corner w

old floor w

rd my chest and wrappe

clothes I got to wear here. I focused on the clothes. The soft material on my

ion. Shaking and reeling. But even as I sat there

t come so

ve those monsters pleasure and made them more cruel. Now my tears ha

someone hurting me. But the fact that now I was waking up in the soft bed I was running away from, under the warm blankets, made me rea

mind conjured up images of someone touching my body when I was unconscious. It won’t be the first tim

to

ice had me

. My heart hammered inside my chest and my skin tightened waitin

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onster to

was hur

l the pain

ed away from the

aw him, I re

’t the

up