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hi everyone! this is just a little extra chapter because i haven't been able to write lately but i wanted to release something, and i've been feeling overstimulated and icky since yesterday so have me projecting just a little bit. me & opal hope you're well

OPAL

The clock hanging on the wall above my desk has woken me up three times when finally, I decide I've had enough.

Grumbling, I throw my pillow across the room at the wall.

It's only three in the morning but my brain is on fire and it shows no signs of calming back down any time soon, so I stomp downstairs.

Perhaps I'm being too loud and that's not going to help anyone, but I couldn't care less.

If my parents were to yell at me in this moment, I would just yell back. In fact, I don't think I could do anything but yell back.

Every little thing only adds to the anger, each footstep and breath a pebble on the toppling pile, so I find myself flopped on the couch crying into the cushions. That, unfortunately, just continues to make me feel awfully unwell.

The pillow grows soggy beneath my face and I punch my fist into the side of the cushions repeatedly, squeezing my eyes shut.

I want to talk to Liv, want to call her and hear her voice. Like always, though, I resist the urge.

It takes me a few minutes before I'm able to get up, putting my headphones into my ears so loud I couldn't possibly hear anything else, and I just stand in the living room staring at nothing.

My legs grow stiff but I can't manage to leave.

I've had days like this before but each time, it just makes me feel the same— like my brain is spinning out, burning, crashing.

Finally, at four, I go back to my room and bury myself in blankets. This effectively cocoons me from the world, so within a few minutes I am able to return to sleep.

The rest of my night in uninterrupted, dreamless. For this, I am glad.

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