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THIS IS FANFICTION! (please read that as you would read this is Sparta)
This is the first Stray Kids fic that I wrote and published over on wattpad, but I figured since I finally brought my ass back over here, I might as well bring this one too.
This was the first fic I had written in close to 8 years. I don't know if I will go through and change anything before publishing here but I doubt it.
The idea came to me while I was listening to the song "Dead to Me" by Melanie Martinez.
There are warnings in the tags. If you didn't read them then please go back and do so. This was written as a one shot and that's how I'm going to post it so there won't be any heads up when something sensitive starts showing up.
You will get a sense of it coming through the story and as stated, I will not be going into extreme detail for a good amount of the things.
However, at the risk of ruining the story I will warn you all here again clearly. This is a story about someone who lived in an abusive relationship and the mental outcomes of that.
This is the PSA I had over and Wattpad and I'm going to leave it here because it is important.
!! If you or anyone you know is in an abusive relationship of any kind, please reach out for help. There is NO type of abuse that is acceptable or better than another. All forms of abuse are evil and YOU, beautiful, wonderful you, deserve to be free of those things.!!
These are help hotline numbers in the United States:
S/A hotline 1-800-656-4673
Domestic Abuse hotline 1-800-799-7233
Suicide and Crisis hotline 988
Disclaimer: I don't own stray kids, I don't know their personalities behind camera, I don't know their personal preference for anything. I don't own their names or their physical descriptions.
What I do own is an overactive imagination that gets lazy when it has to build character physical appearances as well as a world and any original characters.
Thanks for reading this much I hope you enjoy the story!
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