Dylan POV.
I'm sitting in my therapist office and I see my therapist walk in.
Therapist“ Hello Dylan I heard about last night.
Dylan“ *stares*.
My therapist takes out a teddy bear and gives me it I hold it and look at it.
Therapist“ Dylan I think you need to find a hobby to distract you from the bad place-.
Dylan“ The war Doc you mean the war the bloody gunshot trauma building war.
Therapist“ Ok Dylan your shaking-.
Dylan“ *shakes*.
Therapist“ I NEED STAFF NOW!
*At the house*
I'm laying in bed with tears and my arms are wrapped up my PTSD has never been this bad.
I hear my window open and I see Sarah sit in front of me on the floor with a look of concern.
Sarah“ Are you ok?
I scoot away and open my arms and she crawls in and cuddles me I hold onto her like my life depends on it.
Sarah POV.
The boy looks like he's breaking how can I fix him?
Dylan“ Sarah?
Sarah“ Yes?
Dylan“ Don't leave me please.
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Looks Don't Matter.
FanfictionDylan Dennison is 20 years old he suffered wound where he needs to use crutches or a wheelchair if he gets in trouble that's what happens if he joined the military but he's not proud of his injury he feels it makes him weak as he looks weak but what...
