S.n's P.o.v
— Well, Tom, i know you wont be able to open up to anyone right now, and maybe you have things you'd rather not tell me, so, i bought this for you in the mall earlier — I say, as i give him a tape recorder
— Uh... a tape recorder?
— Exactly, when you feel weird, you just- press record and- try to talk about what you're feeling
— That sounds ridiculous
— I know, but it helps, believe in me!
— Alright- but... is there a way to...make sure no one listens to the recordings? you know...
— Well, only you and i knows about this, as longs as no one decides to go out of their way to search your room i think there is no need to worry, and even if someone does, we'll hide it well, you can leave the tapes you record separated from the recorder itself
— ... I'll believe in you...
Tom hides his tape recorder under his bed
— Thats a good place
— Promise me you wont listen to them...?
— Of course, you don't need to worry about me! — I give him a kiss on the cheek
— When i was in high school, i used to write down what i felt in a notebook, i think that helped, and if that helped, i'm sure the tape recorder will too
— Oh, like a diary?
— Not exactly, i only wrote in there when i wanted to take some weight off my shoulders or talk to someone, there wasen't much happy stuff written in there, it was just pages and pages saying how chaotic my life was being
— Oh...well, at least you had a place you could vent, sometimes it's hard to find healthy coping mechanisms...
— Hehe...yeah, sometimes i still use the notebook method...
— I imagine, it must feel nice to write everything you feel without worrying about anything
— Besides hiding the notebook, hah — He laughs, briefly glancing at his wardrobe
Ok, i assume the notebook can possibly be there, if i ever find a notebook in his wardrobe, i'll know not to look through it
— But hey — I start — Why did you get so defensive when i first started talking about the tape recorder?
— I didn't get- ...defensive...
— You said you went to therapy when you were younger, right? what made you stop? — I ask
— You know...it's that i...i moved here when i was 17, and...Firstly, i don't drive, and i noticed that if left the house to go to therapy every week, at some point they would notice it, and...
— ...You shouldn't be ashamed of going to therapy...
— I know! and i partly am not! it's that...i didn't want them to question why i did, and- eventually find out i'm- ...like this
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[Eddsworld] Txl au (English version)
Fanfiction(This fanfic has a +13 target audience, no, it doesn't have smut.) !! This is an angst fic !! You are reading from the perspective of S.n, a Brazilian girl that just finished her sophomore year in high school, she is 17 and just got the chance of he...