!!! DISCONTINUED !!! 𝐒𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐱 𝐋𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 // 𝐎𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬

✦⎮ 𝐀 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐰・

𖤐 ꒷꒦꒷⎢𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐬𝐡 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭 𖤍 𝟏𝟓𝟕𝟕 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 ⎟𝐓𝐖; 𝐏𝐡𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐞, 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝.

♱ ∙ Shrignold woke up to a thrashing headache, they sat up from their bed.. alone. Shrignold had let, well more like forced Larry sleep in his own room and not with them, which was a first for the first time in awhile. The butterfly grabbed the hairbrush from the nearby nightstand and began to brush their knotted hair. They started with their bangs, then the sides, then the back. As they brushed they quickly stopped at the sting of pain, and the feeling of something wet lightly began to slowly fall down the back of their neck. Shrignold quickly felt the back of their head and when they pulled their hand back, the familiar sight of blood coated their fingertips. The butterfly felt their heart begin to race as they shot up from their bed, and shakley rushed to unlock the bedroom door. They held their bloody hand to the now open again gash, as they fast walk to the kitchen. 

  The butterfly grabbed an old rag off the kitchen counter and wrapped the ice pack they got from the freezer, they took their clean hand and used it to place the covered ice pack over the open wound. Shrignold rested their body against the counter and finally caught a breather, the butterfly closed their eyes and began to zone-out, losing themself in their thoughts. Their brain began to drown the noises around them. The dripping from the kitchen sink, the sounds of birds chirping out the nearby window, the random humbuz that was in every room. Till they could hear nothing, just alone in their thoughts. just them and themself. untill..

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"Shrignold??"

"Shrignold!!"

A familiar feminine voice  made them back snap back to reality,  It was Paige.  Shrignold opened their eyes too look at who was talking to them, "Sorry I zoned out."  The butterfly avoided eye contact with the female. "Shrignold you don't to apologize, but what the hell happened? I mean your fingertips are bloody and you have an ice pack on your head." Paige said, her face full of concern, "No yeah I'm fine, just bumped my head last night." Shrignold told Paige, trying not to raise any eyebrows, but to no eval. "But how did you 'bump' your head? You don't start bleeding by a bump." Paige started to interrogate, "I was just extremely clumsy last night I guess. But can you get me some Tylenol? My head is pounding." The butterfly said, finally looking at the female. "Yeah, I can do that." Paige began to walk away feeling somewhat defeated. She could feel something way more worse was hiding, but couldn't get Shrignold to spit it out. Shrignold watched as Paige walked to the bathroom, they could feel fear rush through their bones. 'What is she found out?' 'What if the others find out?' All these 'what if's' began to rush through their brain, letting the anxiety take over.

 Paige came back holding two white pills, and one of those mouthwash cups filled with water, "Here, this should should help with the pain." she said, and handed the hurt butterfly what they needed. Shrignold removed the ragged ice pack, that now had a decent amount of the familiar thick red liquid, placing it down onto the counter. They took the pills on one hand and the small cup in the other, Paige watched them take the drug like an alcoholic shot and asked, "Would you mind if I looked-"  "NO." Shrignold snapped back at them, with fear coating their voice. They quickly took their dirty hand to cover the back of their head with their eyes widened. Paige's concern began to peak at Shrignolds reaction. "Shrignold. Is there something you don't want me knowing about?" Paige's eyebrows frowned when she asked this, "No, it's just.. I don't want you to feel grossed out looking at it! yeah."