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Coat guy was always socially distant. Never coming out about his own troubles. Never saying to anybody that he needed help.
Never.
It was foolish. Who would help someone like him? But in a time of crisis. He needed to find somewhere to stay. He searched and searched until…
A house in the distance.
He rushed over and knocked on the door. It was cold, he clutched his coat around himself. Before the door opened.
“H-hello sir… it’s c-cold out here… may I c-come in..?”
The owner of the house was skeptical at first. But after a little convincing, Coat guy managed to enter the home…
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Coat guy sat in the middle of the couch, not being able to sleep despite others. He looked down at his hands.
What was wrong with him?
He couldn’t remember anything. Nothing. Just an empty cold that gnawed at his body until he eventually lost his life. It was torture. But despite not being able to remember anything, something kept coming back up…
He was just a kid. Why did everybody talk to him like that? Why did everyone push his boundaries? Harass him, groom him, get close to him. He didn’t understand. He didn’t understand anything.
He was just a kid.
How was he supposed to know it was wrong?
How was he supposed to know what was happening?
Coat guy hung his head lower, wanting to hide himself from the world. Maybe so he would not be treated awfully ever again.
How can such an event stick with you, even when you become something completely different than human?
Though he couldn’t tell anyone. He was just overreacting, right? People went through worse. Sure someone said some things that were icky and would not stop. But people have went through worse.
Sure, he was groomed by someone older for the sake of their sexual desires. But people have went through worse.
People have went through worse.
A phrase that repeated over and over again. Coat Guy could never escape it, the guilt, just like the gnawing cold. The living room was empty, empty and silent. Aside from his heavy breathing, Coat Guy almost felt like crying at the thoughts that keep coming up.
He doesn’t want to remember that.
Why him?
Coat Guy straightens up and looks at the clock. It’s almost morning, a time where the homeowner checks everyone for signs of being a visitor. Coat Guy can’t be seen like this, he just can’t. He can’t talk about it either. He was pathetic.
Utterly disgusting and pathetic.