𝟑𝟎 𝐃𝐀𝐘𝐒 | semishira!

𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟗.

Tw: mentions of sexual harassment and smut

Parents are supposed to be the ones who raise us, they're supposed to care. So why? Why do they leave their children in little broken pieces. Why do they not care, but suddenly do when you're already dead. That's when they feel like a mistake, so why don't they feel like that before?

[these are just rants by now. my person, you know who you are, this one's for you]

Ino has stopped talking to me in the past two years. I don't know what happened, but she slowly started to fade away. It started when we entered junior high, and now I watch her talking to her other friends in the hallway. Her eyes aren't as bright anymore. Baggy and dull from lack of sleep. I caught her in the hall one time. I stepped back and his behind a wall. Two boys were surrounding her. I couldn't hear what they were saying, I only saw what they did. The way the slammed her to the wall as she cried for help. I was too scared to do anything. I just sat and watched. 

Now, we sit in separate chairs at a stupid party. It's someone's birthday, though I don't remember their name right now. My eyes are focused on her. She looks at the ground, drained and numb. Her boyfriend gropes her as she sits upon his lap. It's small what he does, no one notices except me. He has one hand on her hip, and the other is slowly creeping up her stomach. He slips the hand inside and feels his way up her chest. 

Seeing that makes me want to die

Seeing her hurt makes me want to die

He eventually leaves with his friends to go do something stupid, and we are left alone in the living room. He doesn't deserve her beauty. Ino sits with her hair down in curls, the most beautiful, sad sight to be seen. A cigarette in her hand, a puff of smoke drifts out of her mouth. 

We're only in second year

She lifts the cigarette from her soft lips and her glance falls upon me. A small blush creeps upon my lips as she eyes me. 

"Hey," she croaks.

She looks tired

So tired

She puffs out smoke in my face, causing me to cough. She's wearing a purple hoodie and black leggings. Ino gets out of her seat and moves next to me. 

"It's been a while..."

"Yeah," she laughs. "How are you, Shirabubble?"

"It's been a while since you called me that."

"Do you not like it?"

"I never said that idiot," I can't meet her eyes. 

"You're the idiot you salt shaker!" She giggles. 

It's so fake

All of this is fake

After about an hour, we're sitting on the stairs. 

     ❝Day 19❞
─30 Days
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playιng: Do I Wanna Know -Arctic Monkeys
volυмe : ▁▂▃▄▅▆▇▉

"Have you ever played guitar for anyone before?" Shirabu asks as I play with his hair after an hour of failing to successfully study. 

"Only for Tendo I think..." I admit, running my hands through his crooked bangs. Nothing about this is straight, not even Shirabu's bangs. 

"Could you play for me?"