One of the characteristics wanted for the reader is a water controller. I won't be able to show this in the story so... I'm sorry... I'm sorry for not posting in a long time... I suck at life... I also hate playing as PJ... and lost inspiration writing this half way through... I'm sorry...

Y/N pov

One... two... three... five... fifteen... twenty... You counted all the marks on your small figure which your parents had caused... the people you trusted the most... abuse you... burns... cuts... whipping... starvation... torture I  general... they're supposed to care for you... and... and they do this... there's a reason your shy... a reason you don't tell anyone these things... they would judge you... bully you more then you are already... that's ONE of the reasons you were hiding in a janitors closet... mainly 'cause that's one of the only places you can be alone... you can be safe... maybe even kill yourse-

Your thoughts were soon shaken away by the knocking on the door. You casted your gaze over, backing into a corner. "Wh-who i-is i-it...? Wh-wha-what d-do yo-ou ne-eed...?" You whimpered, gripping your jacket tightly as you slightly cried in fear. "It's PJ... can I come in, Y/N?" Came the voice of PJ. You immediately calmed at his voice, PJ being one of your close friends before nodding. ...he can't see you, idiot, he's on the other side of the fucking door... you mentally facepalm. "Yeah... i-i guess..."

PJ sighed softly in relief before walking inside, closing the door behind him before sitting in front of you. "Hey... what's wrong...? Why are you in a closet?" He asked softly, tilting his head to the side, arms open wide to hug you.

You let out a weak sigh before looking up at PJ before crawling in between his arms, your chubby figure fitting in his strong arms perfectly, making you blush but... could you trust PJ...? Would... he tell others... no... he isn't like that... would your best friend tell your secrets to anybody?

You looked up at PJ before tears harshly poured down her face as you told him everything... how your family abused you, bullies, the self harm... suicidal thoughts... the cruel words they told you... PJ listened to all of your words, not speaking until you had fallen quiet, tears dripping harder down your face.

This will be a two part chapter... maybe... if I get any inspiration... probably not... ... I'm sorry...