A week ago. Yes... that's how long it's been since Victor left for a competition. It's been tough, since he was the only person I could still hug. Yuri is in Tokyo right now, far away from Russia, hanging out on a family vacation. He still texts me, but no matter how much him and Victor texted me, I still felt alone and tense.
          I don't know why Victor never offered me to come. He just left in a hurry, gave me a quick kiss, and left. It's as... he was embarrassed around me...

          "Stop over thinking," I scolded myself. "Victor loves you and would never cheat on you or think of you as an embarrassment."

           No matter how much I told myself that, I was still tense. Since my mom and dad died, I've been over thinking and Victor was the only one able to calm me down.
           
           We actually visited a psychologist. I was diagnosed with PTSD, Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. It's because of my mother's unexpected death. It had really put a dent in my life, and I've tried to calm myself when I start to panic, but without Victor, I could feel the feeling of danger seeping in. I felt like someone was watching me, though I was all alone in our apartment, I even checked around the apartment many times.
           Jumping at every little sound, I called Victor, tears burning my eyes, but I wouldn't let them escape.
            "This is Victor Nikiforov, please leave a message after the beep," his voice played and I took a deep breath.
            "Victor... I'm scared. I feel like someone is watching me. Like... someone is in the house. I feel like I'm in danger. Please talk to me. Please~" I felt myself start to sniffle at the end.
          When I got off the phone, I looked around me and started shaking. Something creaked outside the apartment and it took all of my courage to not scream out.
           Someone knocked and I cautiously opened the door slightly, my hands still shaking. No one was there and then I really thought I was going crazy.
          My phone rang and it made me jump out of my wits. Closing the door, I ran over to my phone and looked at it. Yuri...
           I sighed and answered the phone, "heeyy... Yuri."
           "You alright, (Y/n)? You don't sound too good."
           "I'm fine... just worried about Victor, you know...hah..." I saw my reflection in the bathroom mirror from the living room and noted how pale and sweaty I was.
           "Oh.. okay... how's Russia?"
            "It's beautiful. I'm glad Victor had asked me to come with him."
             "Oh well... I gotta go. Mom is calling me."

              The line went dead and I almost dropped my phone. My palms got sweaty and tears poured from my eyes. I felt alone and scared. Alone and scared.
              Another call, this time Victor.

              "Hey! How's my adorable fiance?"

              I didn't answer for a while, "I'm alright... just scared... like really scared. I feel alone, Victor," I almost instantly started crying into the phone.

          "... shhh... it's okay. You should probably head to sleep, okay babe? Just listen to my voice and pretend that I'm here."

          "I can't... it's cold... your voice isn't the same on the phone," I nervously walked back to my room, checking every corner.
   
           "I know it's not the same. I miss you very much. I'm coming home next week.. okay? I love you..  goodnight."

          He hung up in a rush and everything came pouring down on me again. Goodnight....

           I felt insane... I knew I was just stressed, but I didn't like the feeling of Victor not here. I just had the feeling of danger where ever I went. Every corner I turned.

            I feel silly. Nothing was around to harm me, but I felt like I was in danger, and without Victor's presence, the feeling was a million times worse.

Okay first things, I wanted to give the reader a twist. Don't worry... the reader will recover. She's had it for a few years and it has gotten better... but I want to know if I got anything wrong and if I should fix it. I know nothing of PTSD and I don't want to make you guys cringe because I got all the facts about it wrong.
     Second thing... would you guys kill me if I made something really tragic happen to the reader?

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