Have you ever been curious about what people do in a relationship?Well I have.This was how my strange relationship with him started.A unique start if I do say so myself, the day where my strawberries were stolen and the start of a relationship that was meant to happen out of pure curiosity.Pure curiosity that leads me to the answers I had sought for a memory that I barely remember.Yet who was it that I had forgotten, do I even want to remember? Foreword I let out choked screams as I clutched the material of my shirt at my chest. I curled up with my knees pressed against me. My hands began to claw at my body. Anything……anything besides the agonising ache that grew stronger with every struggling breath I took. While I laid there straining for air, memories of a no faced man flashed behind my sealed eyes. I shudder when images of him would act violently towards me, assaulting me physically and mentally sometimes even sexually. I felt dirty. Dirtied by this man where some of my memories caused me to sigh in happiness whenever he had treated me like as if I was fragile as glass. I’ve never been as confused as to why this man causes such leaps of my emotions. Why did I even stay with him if he was like that to me? This question was one of the first that was forever implanted within me, followed by many others as I would wake up to these vivid dreams every now and then that brought along these excruciating attacks.I panted against my sweat stained pillow as the world seemed to darken before finally I exhaled in contentment when sleep dominated me. I didn’t think that fate had something else in store for me when I met my strawberry thief.   First PersonSo this is my first fanficAny story that this is similar to is purely coincidental