This is a rewritten version of my first Wattpad.
I decided to rewrite it because I was totally stuck on what to write, and couldn't rid the thought of how bad my writing was, so I decided "hey, if I rewrite it, maybe I'll gain the motivation that I...
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I found the schools' timetable for 1A ^
// self harm.
A slow groan left my mouth as I begun to regain my counciousness. Opening my eyes, I saw the outline of bright neon green numbers from my clock. Immediately overwhelmed with the fear and realisation of how dark the room was, I shot up into an upright seating position, and my breath wavered.
Once My vision was no longer blurry, I over to the clock again, I saw the time was 12;46 am. I felt like my lungs were about to collapse, and my head spun around heavily. I tried to regain my composure, but it was impossible to do so while surrounded in the darkness.
I found my way to the light switch and immediately flicked it on, but not before seeing something from the corner of my eye. Already feeling overwhelmed with anxiety, seeing something in the dark was not helping. I took a shaky breath it, and assumed it was just my mind playing a trick on me. I didn't even know what it was that I saw, there was just something attached with the feeling of a living presence around me.
I shook out of it, realising for sped up my breathing was, and attempted to calm myself down. It took a moment, but I eventually was able to get it at a steady pace again. Feeling my focus back on my clock, I did the count in my head for how long I slept. If school ended at 4:10 pm, then I would have made it home at 4:40. Which meant I'd gotten around eight hours..
Surprised by how much sleep I got, I knew I'd be almost too awake to focus in class. But I was grateful I didn't have any nightmares this time. I then sat at my desk, and thought to pass the time by drawing as I wasn't going back to bed anytime soon. I opened my phone, about to search for references, when I saw a message from Bakugou sent from six hours ago.
You; Hello :) (sent 4:32pm)
Blondey (baku... ; What? (sent 6:20pm)
I felt quite bad for not responding immediately, but I was asleep whilst he messaged me, so it couldn't be helped. I thought if I should message him back or not right now, as I'd doubted he'd be awake at this current moment, but it was worth a shot.
You; Just saying hi, I apologise for the late reply, I fell asleep early. (Sent 1:02 am)
Afterwards, I exited out of that app, and opened Pinterest, readying myself to mindlessly scroll for hours until I figure out what to draw. While doing so, I wondered back in my memories to remember my friends always calling my texting dry. Apparently my words had become so dry that it was nearly impossible to text me.
"We used to text so much, because then you were actually fun to talk with. Now, it's like you don't even care." They'd say, before ignoring me to talk with their other friends while I overthought about how everyone perceived me. I knew my style of texting had become less than well, but I definitely did care, and still do. I've tried using exaggerated things, but ended up using full punctuation, and now I can't stop. I definitely care less now than I did then. I don't really care if my texting is deader than my will to live.
