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"Let's be "Dead" Together!"

"T-hank you for having me over a-again Miss Dl/l, M-my parents are f-fighting again..." I suttered softly and carried a suitcase up the stairs. We were having a sleepover with Y/n, of course their' family always called them Dy/n.

"It's no problem Taylor! Come here anytime, dinner will be ready shortly!" Y/n's mother said happily and walked back down the stairs. Y/n opened the door with a grin and helped me inside their room. They were wearing a large hoodie and what looks like three sports bras again. They wore saggy male's basketball shorts that they most likely stole from their brother.

"Hey Y/n, how are you? I see your having comfort in big clothes again?" I asked as I threw my suitcase to the side of the bed before plopping down on the bed next to them.

"Yep haha you know me the Queen of big clothes so I can hide my large watermelon that drag my back down." Y/n said with a roll of the eyes and a laugh.

I laughed hair and put a hand over my mouth, "W-what was that? Whatever i-it was it was long!" I exclaimed with a giggle.

Y/n stared at me and I gave her a weird look. "Yn..?" I whispered and poked her on the side.

"Oh! Sorry, You just don't giggle as much lately because of your household. It's been a while sense I heard it... It's cute.." They said and whispered the last bit. It cought me off guard, "W-what!?" I squeked.

"I said your cute, was that loud enough? I thought you heard me the first time you are beautifully handsome!" Y/n said louder and I shrunk into the covers in embarrassment. I mentally cursed at myself for forgetting how bold my friend was, and how they always seemed to remember I hate how I look like. My old plain brown hair with my light green eyes and pale white skin. My weird pointed ears with my piercings that I managed to get done with my sister. We got yelled at, grounded, and slapped, but it was worth it. I was hoping to also dye my hair, but with my sister being forbidden from going out of the house with me, I doubted it would happen anytime soon.

"When someone gives you a compliment you are supposed to accept it~Kokuyo Miller~" Y/n said with a side grin and a glare.

Using my full name name alone with that tone was enough to trigger me into a panic attack. I started mumbling and I twisted until I fell off the bed.

"Shit- Sorry I'm sorry! Your ok, I promise." Y/n quickly rushed out, as they were quick to pull me into a hug. They patted my head and softly grabbed my hands that scratched my wrists until it was red and bleeding from my sharp nails.

"I'm such a mistake, why was I born. Why didn't they kill me when they had the chance, they want to leave me outside and kill me, feed me to the wolves? So why don't they, what is keeping them from doing it..? Is it getting the police involved, what if that doesn't matter what if they kill me right now? The principal - oh what is they find out it will be a whole mess. God I'm so stupid, why can't I be better why can't I be normal. it's not my fault I wanted to try on a skirt from my friend at school. Im sorry I won't do it again,--- Ahh I can't... Someone got me-- Can't ahh B-bree" I rambled but at the end I started to stop breathing. Something was in my throat, it was being shoved down and it wouldn't come out no matter how hard I coughed or how much I cried. In the mindset I was rushed into a small place and I looked to be hunched over the toilet. It was good timing because once I remembered what the feeling felt like, I hurled and coughed violently.

Someone wiped my tears and rubbed my back. They ran their fingers through my hair and told me they loved me. Who was it I wondered, was it my sister? After calming down and looking around I saw I wasn't in the office, I wasn't at home, and I wasn't in a cold dark place with a strange man. I was in my best friend's house, in their bathroom, and the toilet had a mix of blood and barf in it. I sat back and they flushed the toilet. They carried me back into the room and onto the bed. I could easily spot where I had my coughing fit, some small drops of blood and droll were on the hard wood floor. My left wrist hurt, I must have fallen on it when I rolled out of the bed in the panic attack. I watched with low energy when y/n cleaned up after me, and went downstairs and back up again with a cup of warm water and honey. I drank it up as we silently watched my hero academia.