My Sunshine (John Lauren's X Reader)

[2] PTSD

YOUR P.O.V

I walked downstairs as I was trying to think of a way to tell grandma what happened. I can't just be like: 'Yeh, a couple of guys just appeared in our bathroom. They're from the eighteenth century and are damn handsome'

How am I going to do this? I walked into the kitchen and noticed that grandma was cleaning the kitchen counter she has worked on.

"Hola Y/N"

"Hey....eh abuela?"

"Yes cupcake?"

"Ehh....I...eh. Well this is gonna sound very weird but please just believe me"

"You can tell me everything Y/N, you know that"

"Yeh well, what happened is really confusing. I have no idea how it happened and it's gonna sound very weird and you'll probably think that I need to go to a madhouse, but please just believe me. Promise?"

"Promesa....."

"So, the loud crash wasn't Loki and Thor. It was-do you remember that musical Lucia and I love?"

"That musical about Alexander Hamilton? Sí, what's with it?"

"Well, one way or another, four guys from that time teleported in our bathroom and well.....they need a place to stay"

My grandma dropped the cloth she was holding as her eyes widened and her eyes fell open

"I'm not crazy I swear! It's true, you can check upstairs. Lucia is watching them now"

"A-and those people. Who a-are they?"

"Alexander Hamilton, Marquis de Lafayette, John Laurens and Hercules Mulligan......"

"You're sure of what you saw?"

"Lucia saw it too, so yes?"

"Show me first, cupcake"

She said as her face was mixed with confusion and fear. Probably because she was thinking I was going mad. As I walked up the stairs I heard a few laughs and 'aawwwws' coming from the bathroom

"And this was Y/N when she swam for the first time"

My eyes widened and I rushed towards the bathroom. I saw Lucia and the boys sitting on the ground, Lucia holding her phone, showing baby pictures of me. I karate kicked the phone out of her hands and pushed her to the ground, holding her arms with my hands, making sure she couldn't stand up

"How could you?!"

"Easy, It were cute photos anyway"

"How did you get those?"

"Your old Facebook where you're never active again. I was watching some photos your mom posted"

As I heard her say the last sentence, my grip weakened and I got up. I had terrible PTSD and every little thing could remember me of that horrible day. I saw a flash of the elevator crashing down. I tried to shake away the memory but I couldn't. I started to get uncomfortable and the room seemed to become smaller. My head pounded and it got harder to breathe

"Y/N?"

I heard Lucia ask, with an echo in her voice. The echo wasn't there, it was in my head and I knew it. I just couldn't shake it away. I saw a flash of my mom in tears, right before the elevator fell down. I fell to the ground and ran out of breath. I felt someone hold my shoulder, but my vision was too blurry to see who it was. I tried to get a bit of oxygen, but couldn't succeed. My head pounded more and more and I felt myself slowly losing conscious. I was about to pass out when I heard a soft voice saying