... fullspeed towards the staircase railings. My 'parents' looked confused until they realize what i'm doing. "No. No... NO!" They scream and and took off ...masks. I stop as the closet door opens and my moms and siblins run at me tackling me with hugs.
I look to find out who was behind this nasty prank and see my Zaza (They have polyamorous parents. They have two moms and a Zaza which is a name for a Non-binary parent.) and my partner. I run to my room with tears rolling down my cheeks. I enter and slam my door knowing that my parents understand my fragile state. My partner walks in to see me bawling my eyes out on my bed, my pillows soaked with tears.
They walk over to me and sit down. They comfort me, my tears coming close to a stop. The look me in the eyes and wipe the few remaining tears with their hand. "I'm sorry." They say with a genuine expression. "It's ok I know you didn't know how much it would effect me." I say pulling them into a hug. We soon fall asleep.
