Your family viewed you as an outcast. You hardly ever came out of your "safe haven" you called your bedroom.
You were the ultimate odd one out, a pariah, the unneeded one, the discord moderator. You just thought that they just didn't get you, but truly deep down you knew that you were in the wrong. You see one of the reasons you never came out of your room, would mean having to look out the giant glass window outside your bedroom door, and that would mean having to look at the grass.
People would often tell you, or rather jokingly tell you "go touch grass" and truthfully you've always just got all hot and bothered from the grass, to you for some odd reason, grass was a major turn on.
You never understood why you liked the green, bright, prickly, thing that grew in the ground; or maybe you did understand but just in heavy denial.
But yet currently we are here, your family yelling at you to come get dinner. All while you're just awkwardly sitting on your bed trying to figure out how to get passed that window without seeing.. well you know.
It was a struggle to do day to day tasks when you know whats sitting outside for you. At this point you were just getting a major hard on because of it.
Yet again you hear your mother screaming at you to get some food into your stomach.
At this point you just couldn't take the screaming of it all and marched out of your room, not thinking of the consequences..
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Started at 1:47 am,
Ended at 2:03 am the same day.
Rewritten a year later on July 18th, 8:50 am
YOU ARE READING
grass x reader.
PoetryY/n is gender neutral, Angst, and major character death. Sorry for the slow updates i got into a car crash in the making of this, and then my dad almost had a heart attack and now he's almost blind xoxo
