⚠️ *WARNING!* This story is 18+ and contains mentions of abuse as well as profanity, a teeny bit of sexual content, alcohol and drug use, TOXICITY, depression, and a lot of tears. Please read notes at the ends of chapters in case I add a warning for...
"Shine your light and set me free, Take the darkness out of me..."
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NOTE::: the absolutely AMAZING fanart of Macy Wright was drawn by none other than the insanely talented bleuelagoon ❤️❤️❤️
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Things have been different.
I don't feel much other than aggravation. And just like the first time, Ash, Todd, and Larry are the only exceptions. They are the only ones I actually feel happy around.
But even now, the only time I go out of my way to see them is at lunch. On the weekends, I choose to sleep in and read books. Alone.
I walk into school, pushing past the aggravating heaps of inconsiderate high school kids. I don't have time for their ignorance and naivety. I have places to be.
Girls scowl at me as I glare their way, occasionally sneering at them when they decide to comment on my actions. It's their fault that I have to act in the first place.
The bright side of being numb is that my grades have gone up significantly. I'm alone all the time, so one of the only interesting things I can do is homework and study. My parents even bought me a phone a couple of days ago. Something about being more social since my friends stopped coming over every weekend.
It doesn't make much of a difference. If anything, I just have more access to books now. I message Larry and Ash occasionally, but not much. Ash really prefers phone calls and Larry says, verbatim, "Fuck that." and "It's not the same as fucking with you in person."
I slam my fist against the bottom left corner of my locker, making the door pop out of the lock. It's a trick that Larry found out by accident-- Ash kicked him in the shin and he used this specific corner to let out his frustrations-- so I just use this trick instead of wasting time to put in a combination.
I lug my history and science books into my backpack then shut my locker, turning and coming face-to-face with Macy of all people.
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The tips of our shoes touch-- I have no idea why she decided she needed to be this close, she's not intimidating-- and I look down at her disinterestedly as a wave of sheer bloodlust washes over me in a millisecond.
Sal shouldn't matter anymore but the sight of this bitch still makes my blood boil.
She stares at me with her arms crossed over her chest and a pretty glare on her face. We're the same height, so I stare right back and match her glare. I overpower it quickly, taking a small step closer and tilting my head in silent question.
Macy rolls her eyes, taking a big step away from me before lifting her chin to seem taller.
"Do you need something?" I ask, narrowing my eyes. I really don't have time for this.
