Literally different scenarios, headcanons, and characters because why not.
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Literally started this on 7/4/22 on an airplane at 2 in the morning.
Very slow progress due to lack of interest and requests.
One shot ⚠️obviously warning for self-harm⚠️ In no way do I encourage SH or advise anyone to do it. I just know stories such as this help people such as me who struggle with this issue.
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"Shit shit shit." I cursed as I was recently and quite violently woke up to my alarm on my phone, which for some reason started playing 'Hey Mickey' due to my "dear friends". It was only after I had thrown my phone to the wall I noticed the small dots of blood on my sheets.
I groaned knowing I now had to wash my sheets, again. I'm guessing I scratched my scabs during the night. It's a bad habit I have second to why they're there in the first place.
"God." I sighed as I quickly changed into some sweatpants and some shirt I found somewhere in my room. I was definitely gonna be late for class, I didn't really care but my first period psychology teacher sort of scared me. To some he was hot and to others he was rude. For me I didn't really care, I slept or skipped during that class mostly.
Grabbing my incredibly light bookbag and keys I headed out my car and drove off to school. As I parked I took a deep breath before getting out and walking in. "Only one more year." I thought in my head.
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Eventually after getting my eighth or ninth? I don't even remember, tardy pass I walked to class. And of course when I opened the door all eyes were on me. The only thing I liked about this class was that you could sit anywhere you wanted and the class was lecture style like a big theater, so if you wanted to be alone you could.
"Late yet again, miss L/N?" My teacher-Mr. Ackerman said. Or asked? I can't ever tell he doesn't really have emotion in his voice.
"Yeah, my bad." I replied as I passed the tardy pass to him before going and sitting in the back by the window. My favorite spot. I could see the rain fall and watch students run to their cars not wanting to get wet. It was great enjoyment.
I tried to do a bit of work on my computer but the quiet 'ding' distracted me as I saw a message pop up on my computer. From my mom. Of course I had to read it.
