I Want You To Be Happier

When The Morning Comes

A/N

¡Hola hola, todos! How're we doing today? I hope you all enjoy reading this story! I'm not too sure how many chapters it'll have, and I have to say I'm not the most reliable when it comes to uploading stories, my motivation is aaaaalllllllll over the place 😅 but I'll try be as active as I can!

¡¡Trigger warnings!!
Mentions of severe mental health issues ( well, not exactly mentions  so to speak), mentions of psychiatric wards, prison, slight schizophrenia (not explicitly mentioned).

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And we see what we've become

"You need to learn to love yourself first." Kenny gave her that strange look that he'd been wearing most of the time he was visting her " I wish you the best, Cecilia." he said, and with that he walked away

Cecilia.

Cecilia?

No! No no no no no! Not anymore!

"No! I'm Heed! My name is Miss Heed!! Take care of me! Look at me! Love me!!"

Kenny didn't look at her.

And when she blinked.

He was gone again.

Almost as if he were never there in the first place.

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Six months.

It had been six months since she was detained.

Six months since her life was ruined.

Six months since she'd last seen Kenny.

Five months since she'd been moved to a psychiatric ward, or a 'behavioral health ward', as the doctor kept calling it.

Heed (Cecilia?) sat on the bed in the corner of the room, replaying her last conversation with Kenny in her head over and over again.

She missed streaming for her followers (Followers who hate you now).

That expression Kenny had worn in his eyes.

It was etched into her eyelids.*

What was it?

She recognised it.

She'd seen it before.

No.

She'd worn it.

It was the face of someone who was looking at someone who used to be their friend.

It was the face of someone who was wondering what happened.

It was the face of tired exasperation and sadness.

It was exhaustion, pity, worry, disappointment, sadness, emptiness, exasperation, heartbreak.

It was the face of someone who'd lost someone they loved.

It was the face of someone who was looking at a husk of their friend's former self.

It was the face of someone who was grieving someone they used to know.

Someone they no longer recognised.

That was when it clicked.

She needed to see Kenny, she needed to tell him that she knew that feeling.

To show him that she was still here.

"I'm here!!! I'm still here, Kenny!!!" Cecilia shouted "I'm still here..." she whispered, choking on a sob as she curled into a ball on the bed in the corner of the room. 

A/N

*Not literally etched into her eyelids, for any of my neurodivergent buddies (or just anyone who doesn't understand social cues as well as some others)

The words in italics with brackets around them symbolise Heed (Cecilia?)'s inner voice, as in that little voice in the back of your mind, where all the intrusive thoughts come from.

I hope you enjoyed reading this story!! I'll update as often as possible!