TW: Discussions of abuse
The weather has taken another turn for the worst, totally ruining my mood. I woke up feeling optimistic and ready for the day, but now that has just been washed away by the rain. The constant drizzle on my window serves as a reminder I live adjacent to the Atlantic Ocean that bashes its anger onto the land and lashes out whips of wind like a toddler angry at a toy. My energy is depleted, there is very little hope in my thoughts, all I want to do is sleep. Outside's greyscale is desaturating my mood, my colourful thoughts slowly running out of paint. They're already drying out and becoming useless anyway. Very little can revive them. Only something truly magical can spark the start of happiness in these dark, damp days, and I doubt it'll be something easy to find.
M: [reading book on bay window] I should probably look at getting up now. [looks at phone] Oh, fuck sake.
E: [lying in bed trying to go back to sleep] What?
M: Marino's water's not working... again. [sighs] Guess I'm spending the day with you again. I'll go tell your dad now, do you want anything while I'm downstairs?
E: Can you get me more water?
M: I certainly will. [takes Evin's water bottle and walks downstairs]
E: [snuggles further into bed]
{Maya's POV}
M: [walking downstairs]
G: [drinking coffee and reading news on iPad] Morning Maya.
M: Morning.
G: No school today for you I take it?
M: How'd you know?
G: I have the app.
M: Fairs. [yawns] I'm just gonna grab some more water and head back to bed. Permiso. [goes into kitchen]
Water for Evin and then back to bed.
{Evin's POV}
Those birds tweeting outside have no idea just how miserable I am. Every grey cloud adds one more day of misery for me. I can't crack a smile, I can't crack a laugh. I can't even cry because the tears have long dried up. I'm yelling yet no one can hear. Life is slowly becoming what I have long feared. It feels like I'm standing at a pier watching the ships fail to come near, those ships being a beacon of light that can't reach the lighthouse. I need more sleep.
M: [comes into room and sighs]
E: [curled in bed] What's wrong?
M: I just... [huffs] I just wanna be in school. I wanna be in the classroom having discussions. It's so isolating having to do the work at home myself. Yeah, I may be ahead, but I'm not getting the school experience I should be.
Maya thrives in the school environment, these last few weeks of her being out has taken a major toll on her mental health.
E: [lifts blanket] Lie down.
M: Fine... [gets into bed] You just wanna go back to sleep don't you?
E: Mhmm.
M: I can't deal with being slumped. How do you do this?
E: Sheer willpower and irregular sleeping patterns. [cuddles]
M: I feel so useless. Disposed of. Tell me you'll never break up with me?
E: I'll never break up with you, now let me get some sleep.
M: What time did you go to bed last night?
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The Trials and Tribulations of a so-called Trouble Teen
Ficción GeneralThings never seem to go smoothly for Evin. Each day presents a new challenge for them, sometimes more difficult than others. Despite all this, they power through life their way and they won't stop at anything until they achieve their goals, or justi...
