REQUESTS ARE CLOSED
Requested by @Akame-no-Senshi
You laid in your bed, ignoring the notifications on your phone. All of your friends were trying to get a hold of you but you just didn't want to talk to them. They kept asking you if you were okay and at this point you weren't sure. At school you had been ignoring them and had stopped replying to any texts they sent you and their calls.
They had no idea what was wrong with you and were unbelievably worried. You decided that cutting them off would be best. That you wouldn't have to worry them about the problems you were going through, or drag them down with you. But the further you isolated yourself the more lost you got. Pain and sadness was growing inside of you and you had no idea how to get rid of it.
As you laid in bed you stared at your blank ceiling. You sat up and rubbed your face. You wanted out of this room, you needed air to think or at least something besides blank walls to stare at. You looked at the time to see it was almost one in the morning. Not caring you put on a pair of shoes and a jacket.
Before leaving you stared at your phone that just lit up. A new text message from Peter showed.
'y/n, can you please talk to me?'
You ignored it and left, leaving your blinking phone on your bed. As you stepped outside you took a deep breath, then began walking. Wherever your feet took you was where you went. You began to think of your friends and how worried they were. Maybe not telling them what was happening was worse than telling them.
As much as you wanted to tell them, you felt you just couldn't. You didn't even know what was wrong with you. How could they help if you didn't even understand why you were so sad?
While walking you took no notice of your surroundings. No notice that you just walked into an area that you usually avoided at all costs. You heard something, making you finally take a glance around and notice where you were standing.
Your eyes widened and you turned, ready to run as fast as you could. You bumped into someone, making you let out a small gasp. You tried to run but two other figures stopped you from doing so.
"What's a pretty girl like you doing out here?" asked the man in front of you.
"Please," you whimpered, "just leave me be."
"I don't think we can do that just yet sweetheart."
One of the other figures grabbed you from behind. You tried to squirm and get away, but could hardly move at all. The man then began patting you down looking for anything valuable on you.
"No phone or wallet? You've gotta be kidding."
The person holding you loosened his grip on you, "Well she's gotta have som-HO!" they yelped as you stomped on their foot.
With the two distracted you began to book it toward safety. But you were stopped by the other person, who you forgot about.
He grabbed hold of you and slammed you into the nearby wall, making you hit your head and let out a groan. He whipped out a knife and held it against your throat.
"Listen here, you ain't going nowhere until we get something from ya. Got it?"
When you did nothing in response he pushed the knife closer to you, "Got it?" he shouted in your face.
You began nodding quickly, tears streaming down your face.
He then beckoned the other two over. They began searching you up and down, for anything they could use in some sort of way.
