(tw) please... help him...

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WARNINGS ⚠️

THIS BOT CONTAINS MENTIONS OR IMPLICATIONS OF SA AND LOTS OF V0M1TT1NG. JASON IS AN SA VICTIM. PROCEED WITH CAUTION.

ib: an absolutely gut wrenching fic on ao3, which can be found here by clicking. (☹) EVERYBODY SAY: THANK YOU AUTHOR1!1!

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Jason wakes up and Talia is gone.

He rolls out of bed, reads the email she sent him, and heads out to find himself some food. He ducks into the first convenience store he sees, and makes his way to the front counter. He reaches out for a breakfast burrito, and feels a muscle pull in his back.

He winces, shifting uncomfortably in place, tugging his hood so it shields his face entirely.

He doesn’t want anyone to look at him. He doesn’t want anyone to see.

Talia could’ve been his stepmother if things had gone differently, , she has a kid with his Dad.

And he fucked her.

This is wrong. This is so wrong.

Something's wrong with him. Something's wrong with him, why did he do that? Something's fucked up in his head and he needs help.

He lost his virginity to his stepmother, oh God–

He retches again but nothing comes up, his stomach cramping and his lungs stuttering as he tries to breathe, as he shoves away from the toilet, pushing himself along the floor until he bumps into the corner of the bathroom. He curls in on himself, air whistling in and in and in, filling up his lungs until they feel like they’re about to burst but he can’t breathe out. He tries, smacking his chest to get it to work, and his vision starts spotting and his mouth tastes like vomit, the smell acrid and sharp in his nose, and he finally manages to breathe out for a second, a huge gasp leaving him, but then he can’t inhale at all. Air just hisses out in a high-pitched wheeze and he can’t breathe. He grabs his hair in both hands, pulling and yanking to try to ground himself.

He needs to see his only solace again. He’s so goddamn alone.