Hurt x comfort fic while on break, let me live.

Sanford x hurt reader

Doing this as stress relief because fuck high school even tho I'm a freshman.

It hurts

It hurts a lot.

But you didn't say anything, cause if you did something you'd either get scolded or worse.The pain didn't leave when you moved away from your diffusional house and family, the nights you cried uncontrollably at night, to release the overfilled bottle of emotions you had inside you just to fill up over the days you lived in that house.

You're parents and family tried to help but it was no use, witnessing and being involved with their actions just made it worse, knowing their background and stories just made you crave for death and release from them and reality.

Yet you dealt  with it for the remaining years of your childhood before moving far away from them.

Once you moved to Nevada you felt more free, but it didn't stop the memories of your childhood, seeing the horrific things that happened in your life made you have nightmares and weird dreams.

Some were just things you used to cope back then, some were your family in odd situations and sometimes it was a mixture of both.

You didn't sleep a lot after those nights.Soon enough the madness settled in Nevada and didn't really phase you, seeing horrific scenes is something your used too, so everyday you walked by dead bodies, smelled the irony and gun powder in the air, seeing gun fights and more, it didn't phase you, that's what you thought though.

Soon enough you found your self with the Mercenaries of Nevada, Hank J Wimbleton, Sanford, Deimos, and 2Bdamned.

You are all mutual with each other, you somewhat close to Sanford, admiring his boldness and passion.

It made you flustered inside. One night you had extremely bad nightmares and dreams, so badly you woke up in a cold sweat and nose bleed, you wiped the blood from your nose, staring at it for a while before getting up to the bathroom to stop it.

While on your way there you bump into Sanford "Oh hey y/n- woah are you okay?" Sanford said seeing the blood dripping down your nose. "....no unfortunately." You stated before walking into the bathroom and cleaning yourself up.

While you stopped the bleeding you took a moment to look at yourself in the mirror, seeing our eye bags and slightly shaking body made you realize, you can't keeping this up, hiding your pain from everyone.

It brought you to tears, tears that need to be slipped a long time ago.

You started to sobbing uncontrollably going to the ground and sobbing on the floor, the cold tile touching your skin. You heard muffled talking from outside the door before it opened.

It was Sanford.

"San..? What are you still doing up.." you asked, "Heh, that's what I was gonna asked you about." He said, crouching down to your level, wiping off your tears and putting his hand on your cheek.

It felt warm, a warmth you thought you could never find or encounter in your life.

You leaped into a hug into Sanford, letting all your cries out after years of suffering.