through the phone | mileven texting au

thirty-one

** TRIGGER WARNING **

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Kid, i'm getting off work early. What do you want for dinner? Want a movie night?

i'm not hungry dad
buy whatever you want
and i'm out right now so can we have a movie night a bit later?

Sure kid. I'll be home by 7. Sound good?

that's ok
gotta go dad
i love you ❤️
stay safe please

Don't worry, i will.
Love you too
(seen 6:19pm)

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"that was dad, mom. he's getting off work early so i can't stay for too long today. i love you though mom." el blows a kiss towards her moms grave before standing up

el started walking out of the graveyard slowly, hugging her torso as her schoolbag hanging on one of her shoulders.

could mom even hear me?

was what she kept thinking on her way home.

she's probably annoyed from all the crying i do in front of her.

she probably doesn't even care i started cutting.

it's getting addicting but it's effective.

if anyone knew, they'd probably send me to the mental hospital.

but people die in mental hospitals right?

el takes a deep breath, her chest and stomach starting to hurt from the overwhelming emotions she's feeling.

she breathes heavily, holding onto the wall next to her before sitting down on the dirty concrete floor.

"need a ride?" some random guy asks as a car filled with guys pulls up in front of el with a smirk

"can everyone just leave me alone?" el spat, standing back up and hurrying away

"you look like you need a ride." the guy follows her, the car driving slowly besides her as she clutches onto the backpack tightly

she doesn't answer, just focusing on walking faster.

"come on, pretty girl." the guy grins, licking his lips

"fuck off! leave me the alone!" she yells, tears threatening to spill from her eyes

"woah, woah. we're just kidding, are you okay?" the guys face softens

"that question again. do i look okay? did i ever look okay? no, because i'm not! just fuck off!" she runs off

el arrives home 15 minutes later, sobbing uncontrollably as she slams the front door shut and runs upstairs to her room.

she throws her bag across the room as it lands on the floor with a loud bang. she tiredly walks over to her desk, grabbing her cutter and pulling her sleeve up.

"i'm sorry, it helps." she whispers to herself, sliding the cutter across her forearm

too deep.