Silence
Characters:
Nico, Garvin, Revan, Akira, and Ingall.
Word count: ~1200
TW; Panic attacks, flashbacks, implied suicidal ideation (kinda), implied sexual, physical, emotional, and mental abuse, messy ending (oops, lol), and probably some other stuff.
Notes; This is a little look at probably the worst reaction Nico will have in a traumatic or triggering situation. This one's just a trauma date one, so you'll probably actually see a worse one eventually after a big argument. Enjoy!
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Nico didn't know how long he'd been lying in bed staring at the ceiling, but it must have been quite a while. The room was quiet, the only real sound being soft snoring and the occasional creaking of a bed as someone turned over in their sleep. The group had managed to get Revan to bed that night, hence the lack of laptop light and soft clicking of keys, but for the first time, she found herself almost wishing his boyfriend was still awake.
Maybe then, he'd notice that Nico was awake, breathing rather heavily, and seemed to be almost sinking into the mattress of the bed. Maybe he'd realize that they weren't curling up against Garvin or Akira like he usually did. Or that she hadn't gotten up to go and silently hug Revan or crawl into his lap like they usually did when he had a bad nightmare. Maybe he'd notice that Nico hadn't blinked in what must've been several minutes, too frozen in fear to manage even that as her eyes watered, an occasional tear trickling down his cheek and landing softly on the mattress by their head.
But Revan wasn't awake, and Nico had never felt more alone.
Part of her wanted to scream, to wake up all four of his partners and beg them for help and comfort. But they couldn't do that either because his mouth was dry, and his throat hurt, and they couldn't move.
And another part of her was saying that the others wouldn't care anyway. He was overreacting.
It had happened years ago now. There was no reason it should be bothering them so much. No reason she should be dreaming about it again. No reason to be crying about it.
It wasn't even that big of a deal. She'd practically asked for it after all, provoked it. All of it.
And yet, here they were. Helpless, frozen, and fucking pathetic.
He shouldn't be, they had to move, had to get up.
Get up!
So she did, weighed down by what felt like hundreds of boulders. When he finally made it to the edge of the bed, they nearly fell off, stumbling before regaining balance and then swaying as they headed toward the bathroom, glancing at the clock quickly. 1:00 A.M.
She shivered and attempted to move faster, only to nearly topple over again.
God, they needed to shower. A shower would help.
Eventually, he made it to the bathroom, closing the door as softly as she could manage with how badly their hands were shaking, and then immediately grabbed on to the sink.
The mirror above the sink reflected Nico's face back at her and his breath caught, chest tightening as their eyes trailed down to her neck where purplish-blue blemishes bloomed in the shape of a hand. Bright and new. As if... as if it had just happened.
Panicking, Nico pushed away from the sink, falling hard to the floor and reaching up to shakily brush their fingers against his neck.
If it had just happened then... then that meant...
Her breath quickened, eyes blurring as images rushed back, first slowly, then all at once.
'He was lying in bed, River silent beside her blood staining their pretty blonde hair red.
"Just do what he says." They'd warned before, looking at Nico empathetically as they struggled against the handcuffs and gag, clearly panicking. "It'll be over soon, I promise, and I'll help you get out after, okay? He always leaves me... us... alone after stuff like this, so just... just cooperate. It goes faster that way."
Nico met their eyes desperately, tears already falling. 'But he promised,' he tried to say, 'He promised he wouldn't do this!'
River looked down, blue eyes filled with pain. They understood. They always did. "I know. I'm... I'm so sorry, Nico. I- I tried to stop him, I really did, but... I couldn't." A weak, forced smile touched their lips. "But- but it'll be okay! I'll make sure! You'll be alright, just... just hang in there for a while, okay?"
And then Adiar was there, breaking his only promise, and he was smiling. Smiling, smiling, smiling. The whole time.
He was happy about it. Happy about what he was doing, happy that he was going against he word without a second glance.
And after a while, Nico stopped struggling, stopped caring, and just let it happen, head rolling to the side as pain chorused through their body.
The clock on the bedstand read 1:00 A.M.
River was breathing shallowly on the other side, turned away from the gruesome scene as their blood dried against their scalp.
Adiar kept smiling.
Nico broke.'
Her skin was crawling, dirty and misused. Adiar's scent lingered in his nose and they could swear she felt his breath on their cheek. His chest was tight, not getting enough air.
But the worst part was the ringing. Loud and violent in their ears, never letting up, never giving Nico a chance to pause and process. Far too prominent to make out any consesistant noise that may help calm them.
'Stop it, stop it, stop it, please. God, just make it go away!'
He squeezed her eyes shut and dug his fingers into their hair, tugging harshly until the strands started to snap. Maybe the new pain could drag out the old.
But the noise... God, the noise wouldn't shut up!
'Silence.'
Nico begged, 'Make it silent! Make it go away!'
The frustration and panic grew as everything continued. His every nerve was on fire, they felt like they were dying, and there was Adiar. Smiling.
And then she was screaming, letting out every pint up feeling at once, releasing the last bit of energy they had, and curling into a tight ball on the floor, breaking down and sobbing.
Everything went silent. The ringing, the slight drip of the faucet, even the sounds of his own crying. All of it.
Nico was left in a bubble of pure silence created by their power.
Even when the bathroom door burst open and their partners rushed into the room, Akira in the lead. Even as their mouths moved and they crouched in front of her, looking back at the others helplessesly. Even as a timid hand was extended, only to be quickly withdrawn when Nico flinched away, there was silence.
And Nico managed to push himself as far back into the corner as they could, closed her eyes, and shut out the world.
Because, right now, the only thing they wanted to was to disappear into absolute darkness where no one could reach her, shut out the memories and emotions, lay in the utter silence, sleep, and never wake up again.