[seventeen] tired

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tw - sh, depression

BILLIE woke up the next morning, pain in her wrist. She sighed as she got up from her bed. She looked at it. 5 bandaids lay on her soft cold wrist. She winces as she touches the cuts, ever so slightly.

She slowly stood up from her bed, walking over into the bathroom. She closes and locks the door. She stares at the under eye bags she had from the tears she shed the day before. She turns the shower on, very hot. She begins to slowly brush her tangled hair. Then as steam begins to rise from the shower, she removes her clothing and stepped in the the shower, one foot at a time.

As she let the almost boiling hot water cover her whole body, she furrowed her eyebrows from the heat. But put herself under once again. Only this time, enduring the pain. She began to wash her hair very slowly as she feels her whole body is aching.

Eventually, after long agonising 10 minutes. She stepped out, slowly drying herself. The bandaids that lay on her wrist began to peel off from the steam. She pulled them off with a wince on the last pull. She stared at the new cuts and old scars. Hypnotised by the way they were shaped. She stood there, staring. Until she heard a very loud knock on the door.

"Billie Eilish Pirate Baird O'Connell." She heard V yell. "Why where you in the shower for so long? You know you can't be in there for longer than 6 minutes." She finished.

"Oh uh right, I-I'm sorry." She said as she stuttered to get her words out from her throat being so sore from the screams she had done the night before.

"You ok?" V asked still slightly angry from before.

"Yeah i uhm I'm fine, thank you." She barely said audibly.

"Ok, I'm making breakfast, be down soon so you can eat before you go to school." V yelled as she walked away from the door.

Billie got herself dry and put a plain black hoodie and sweats on with white Nike PSNY's. She blow dried her hair and left it down. She reapplied a few bandaids onto her wrist. Soon after she walked downstairs.

"Hey sweet, I made you some waffles before school." She said as she put a plate of waffles with strawberries and maple syrup on the table.

Billie walked over to the spot she had placed them and sat down. She picked up a knife and fork and started cutting up the waffle.

"What time did you get home last night?" Billie asked V as she made some food for Kev as he was in the shower.

"Around 9ish." She replied.

Shit. Billie thought to herself. She thought her and Kev got home a lot later than that. So she felt she didn't need to quieten her cries.

"Oh, ok." Billie ended the conversation.

At that moment she heard V walking over to her.

She felt her wrap her arms around Billie's neck and shoulders, hugging her.

Billie grabbed her arms and hugged her back. V then kissed Billie on the top of her head.

"Have a great day at school. I love you." She finished and walked up the stairs.

Billie smiled a bit from the interaction V gave Billie. Billie knew V had heard her commotion, and she's thankful she didn't interrupt, because she had gotten a lot out that night, that she had been holding in for a while.

As she kept eating, it became harder to swallow. Eventually. She had only eaten one out of 3. Feeling like she wasn't allowed to finish.

She stood up from the table and grabbed a piece of paper from a small notebook nearby, along with a black pen.

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