The One You Shouldn't Have Let Go [Douma x Modern reader]

Notebook of Memories

— warning ⚠️ mentions of self harm along with drug abuse

I sighed as I walked to the table , the notebook seemed to just appear there while I was gone

God this place just gets more confusing

I walk to sit on the other side so that I'm facing the door

I sit and stare at the notebook , it was plain , almost like the cover of a hard back sketch book.

I then open it looking through a few pages

It's all blank

I sigh and flip through more pages , but still , nothing , i only sigh in frustration

If this notebook was my way out then this place is gonna be my eternal resting place

I shake my head and stand up

Time to put this-

I was taken from my thoughts when I saw 4 photos laying on the ground

I leaned down to pick them up

There all pictures of......me?

I looked through them

The first one was a picture of me at my Quince , my nice red dress with my hair done up and curly as ever

I had such a fun day....too bad the fun had to end...

The second was a picture of me holding a little flower pot , not sure what reference this has on my escape but it's whatever

The third one was a picture of me figure skating at one of the competitions , the dress was flowery and a pearly white with the Sakura blossom flowers starting on my right shoulder and flowing down the my left side , my skates a pearl white

I remember that , I got first

The last picture was of me as a child , a infant to be specific , not sure what that has to do with any of this

I then look at the note book

These pictures must have something to do with the notebook

I shove the pictures along with my ID in the book and stand up with it in my hand

I look around and see one of the tatami mats misplaced

I removed the mat to see a small hollowed out hole , large enough for the notebook

This will do

With that I put the notebook in the hole and covered it with the mat

I stood up and turned to the white kimono

I sigh

Time to try to put this on

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After a world of struggling I got it on , it fit nicely , never had one on so I never thought they'd be this comfortable

It's probably made for sleeping

With that thought in mind I lay down under the blanket on the futon

If I want to leave this place I'll probably have to escape the temple first , probably gonna be hard

I though for a little longer unsure of ways I could escape , as I was thinking of back at home , my childhood home

What a time that was , what a time

The more I thought the more my wrists began to itch

I brought my wrists up and looked at them

The wounds were completely healed , only bright white lungs were left to show anyone who was paying attention what I had done to myself