𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐚𝐜𝐚𝐥 || 𝙠. 𝙖𝙠𝙖𝙗𝙖𝙣𝙚

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your p.o.v.

timecheck: that night, L/N residence

"Y/N, I heard you cry again last night, are you really okay? You kept denying it,"

Mom scolds me as I stare onto my food swallowing the lump on my throat and avoiding any eye contact with her. "Are you sure you don't wanna talk it out?"  Dad back ups. "Will talking it out help me? No." I coldly but politely reckons. "You've been spacing out these weeks," S/N reckoned. "What do you mean?" I asked. "Yesterday, I caught you staring at the wall for so long I can't even notice if you are blinking or not, then you kept locking yourself in your room and every night I hear you muffling and sobbing, I wanted to go near you but you wouldn't let me," S/N defended. "I just needed space," I sighed as I gave up and looked at them. "If you want me in therapy, then I'll go... maybe for once I think it's best for me," I sarcastically (unnoticable) said. "You seemed forced, you don't have to," reminded mom and dad. "No, no, maybe it'll help in stopping a memory from haunting me," I smiled bitterly.

timecheck: 12 AM

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"You're a fraud, Y/N!"

Asano grabbed into my neck and pinned it onto the wall. "You took it all!" His anger rises as he throws me on the lockers. "EVERYTHING!" He kicked my head causing blood to spill everywhere. Suddenly, he took a knife from behind as he stabs me and as blood spills he digs the knife even more cutting almost the skin off my stomach. I felt the intense pain rises as his hand strangles even more and slices my fingers, then the skin, and limbs. Blood continued to flow as my dead body finally rests. I guess, I am really dead...

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I woke up and tears were already rolling off my cheeks and felt the the pain in my chest as it tightens giving me less chance of breathing. "Fuck you, Asano!" I cursed underneath my breath. From what he have done to me, how he made me pathetic, the bloodlust finally awakens and gave me the chance to get my revenge for all the blood I lost from what he did. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!!!" I cursed as I continue to sob. "Y/N, can you open the door?" S/N knocks. I tried to hide my muffles and wiped the tears off my cheek and opened the door.

honestly, it doesn't feel the same anymore...

"Come here," S/N opens his arms for me to hug. Having a soft side actually was triggered the moment S/N gave affection towards his pathetic sister, me. "Are you okay?" He caressed my back. "Yeah, I guess I am," I kept my ego.

timeskip: the next day

I woke up and my eyes were swollen from the crying last night, and it still feels like shit after being haunted by those dreams. It was a quick affection but it gave me no peace of mind at all. I still dreamt of ending my own life because Earth is too cruel and shitty for me. "Y/N? Earth to Y/N...!" Snapped mom worriedly looking at me. "Hmm?" I asked, hiding the scars off my arms. "Is there a problem, sweetie?" Mom asked. "Nope," I shook my head after giving a sigh. "Today's your first day for therapy, is there something you want before going?" She asked me. "None," I kept my reply cold as possible. It was a quiet atmosphere after all.

TING!

I looked at my phone and saw Karma's message pop up, I immediately opened the message and read it.

'Hey, lady-luck! morning! hru? also u haven't called last nyt, did u not get any nightmares so far?'

I sighed and typed my reply.

'Still feels like shit. it doesn't feel safe now'

'I'm coming at your place later, and kick ur butt lol'

'i'm off to therapy today, fuck it'

I closed my phone and got washed to get to therapy early since I'm not going to waste many hours of my life exposing myself to a person I don't know. I'm not insane. I quickly hid the scratches on my wrist with my sweater as I saw mom approaches. "Sweetie...Why do you wear pullovers, hoodies, and sweaters so often? It's sunny outside, Y/N," reminded mom alerting that I'm absolute fucked up. "No thanks," I disgreed as I continue to tug onto the hemline of my sweater. "Go wear the dress I brought you, the one with the slightly ruffled sleeves. Don't use any cardigans," reckoned mom, in a tougher tone. "Alright," I sighed and lazily walked my way back to my room as I rush onto the concealers and foundation.

. . .

timecheck: karma's residence, 2 PM

I immediately rang the doorbell as I wait for Karma to appear in front of the door. I decided to stay at his place since I wouldn't last a minute at our place with them questioning me about how shitty I feel right now. "What did you eat?" Karma immediately gives me a death stare which I ignored and tched. "I'm afraid that's non of your business," I sassily answered. "Heh, your mom told me you didn't eat your lunch and went straight to your room, lady-luck, is this another suicide attempt?" He cockily asked. "Haha, funny, Karma, very," I sarcastically mumbled. "If hunger strike was the key to my suicide then I wouldn't have tried and jump off high places which, you—nosy asshole, defined." I uttered as I followed him inside the house. "Tch, can you just eat your meal? Your parents kept bugging me about you skipping meals, wanna die? I could've just shoot you," he cussed. "Gee, don't cuss at me bitch. And I'll tell my parents to stop annoying you," I shook my head as I sat on the high chair by the kitchen bar. "Damn, red. You are rich," I wowed as I stare at every wall of the space. "This. Is my—parents'. Not mine," he reminded. "Jeez, it's considered yours then," I raised my brow. "God I wished they were dead," he muffles earning a kick from me by the calf. "They're your parents, red get your shit together," I scold and sighed. "Although sometimes, I could've wished my parents rarely draws attention on me," I uttered. "Same vibes, lady-luck," Karma smacked as he took a plate filled with food and slid it at me. "Eat, Y/N. I'm going to see if you'd be kicking my butt or you're gonna lose," he teases. "This is a lot... but, yeah, whatever. Thanks Red," I smiled and grabbed a spoon and fork.

"Hey, Karma... do you think I'll be able to kill a person?"

"—huh?"

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word count: 1141

Rating this chapter a 3/10 because of how badly written it was. Forgive me, I've never been to therapy, and I wouldn't want to cause any confusions about what actually happens irl therapy. So yes, Y/N finally goes to therapy, not just focused on that field. Thank you for reading! And don't forget to vote! Luvya!

-love, leo (mysticleon_)