PTSD | Michael
A/n
Okay so Megan-Mila who is an amazing writer. Is currently finishing off an amazing set of books. If you haven't checked those out please do because I love them so so much. As a way to show my support and obsession with her books I thought I would write a BSM based of her stories.
(Possible trigger Also)
Michael's P.O.V
"Help!" The sound of my sister woke me up. I jumped out of bed,rushing to her room. I pulled the door open and say my sister shaking in the corner. Her knees were pulled up to her chest as she cried. I walked over and pulled her into my chest. "It's gonna be okay Y/N" I whispered into her ear. She just nodded. Slowly I laid down and laid her head on my chest. "Did you have a nightmare?" I asked her. She nodded and cuddled further into my chest.
"Do you want to talk about it?" I asked. She just shook her head as she fell asleep.
I hated that she had to suffer though this. While I was on tour she was broken. Broken by one tragic event. The robbery. The event that took away both of our parents. I wasn't as effected because I wasn't there. But she was.
All I wanted to do was to take the memory of that day away. The fear that I couldn't protect her terrified me. This wasn't some high school bully or some grazed knee. I just wanted to help her.
Your P.O.V
"Are you nervous?" Asked Michael.
"Yeah I don't want them to judge me" you explained.
You were both going to try out a therapist to try and help.
"They won't judge honey that's their job" explained Michael. You just nodded and held his hand as you walked towards the door of the office.
You both walked into the room and anxiety filled you. The room had two set of sofas (or couches) and many certificates for the therapist.
Michael didn't let go of my hand as the therapist walked in the door.
"You must be Y/N and Michael?" Asked the therapist.
You both nodded and smiled.
"Okay so what we're going to do first is Y/N your gonna tell me about the robbery" he explained.
You nodded and explained the story
Flashback
"Get to the ground now" shouted the thief. You nodded bending down to the ground. He held the gun in his hand as he spoke. "Now little girl I want you to tell me" he said. "Tell me where you parents are"
With a shaky breath you said "in their bedroom upstairs"
He nodded "ok, now don't you move before I return" he said. You nodded and watched as he walked away. You heard his boots hit the ground of each step as he came closer to their room.
"Please don't hurt us" they shouted. But before they were able to move the gunshots sounded.
After the gunshots fell the their left taking away the guilt that would live on with him.
You knew he was gone, so you rushed to their room not thinking about what could have possibly been. But that was when you saw them. The body's laid across the ground. Tears fell from your eyes at the sight.
End of flashback
"Thank you for telling me that Y/N I know it was difficult but now I know how to help you" said the therapist.
Me and Michael nodded and left the room. Tears continued to fall from eyes. "It's gonna be okay sweetie" said Michael, as he lifted you on to his hip. "I hope so"
A/N
If you enjoyed that you will love Megan-Mila story her writing is so much better than mine but I've been stuck with this idea for a while so I thought is post about it. Anyway make sure to vote and comment. The next two chapters will be personal imagines