miguel o'hara oneshots

mental health

^^this is NOT my artwork! I found it on Pinterest! Creds to the artist that did make this!

Let me tell you guys this..
THIS IS ONE OF THE MOST PROUDEST FEELINGS OPENING UP THIS APP TO THIS:

Also,

⚠️TRIGGER WARNING⚠️

In this oneshot the following topics will be spoken about:
•Mental health
•Depression
•Being Suicidal
•Self Harm (etc: cutting, burning self, not eating)
•Eating Disorders/Poor Dieting
•Lying to Self

NOW!
Before I hear people say,
"This is not how ___ actually works! You're portraying it wrong bc you don't understand!"
People with mental disorders can experience them differently. If you reading this has or had experienced a topic I discussed in this story, you might've experienced it differently. Please don't attack me if I don't portray it on y/n as you would've liked because it's different for different people.

BTW:
This is a poetry/story MIX! I am including some of my poetry style in this! There will be free verse, rhyming schemes, etc.

This story is dedicated to:

Please enjoy the story!

y/n's pov:

Emptiness
Grazing through my bones
I want to be set free
But it never leaves me alone

I try hard to stop
I really really do
But I overhear the hate about me
And I continue to feel blue

The knife tucked in my drawer
Can only be known by me
And every night I do it again
I bleed, and bleed, and bleed

I thought I was liked in the spider society! I thought people only talked good about me! But I guess I was wrong.

Earlier that day-

Walking into the cafeteria, I pray hard no one's in there, but unlucky me! As always, Olivia, Bree, and Quinn were in there having their afternoon snack.
I guess I would call them the "Mean 3." They're all from different spider dimensions, but it's as if they've known each other for life.
I walk up to the vending machine. I didn't have lunch or breakfast today, so my stomach was starving. I figured I could snag a small snack on my new diet.
Yeah, taking a diet is hard, but I look at the Mean 3, then I look at myself. You can definitely tell they look hotter and skinnier at the waist, and that's exactly what I want!
People may say I need my protein, but whenever I want some greasy meat, I just picture a skinnier version of myself in a swimsuit.
And, it makes me happier.
It does.
This diet.. I'm enjoying it.
It's not like I want to go back to eating whatever I want..
Ugh, I need to get these bad thoughts out of my head! It's totally trying to stop me from my goal! And besides, I need to look hot for someone.
I know this might sound a little like a sixteen-year-old boy-crazy girl obsessing over her love, but I have the best boyfriend ever.
His name is Miguel O'Hara, and he's actually the leader of the Spider Society!
The thing about Miguel is that.. I haven't exactly told him about my new diet yet. I'm planning to tell him. In the summer. When I look stunning in a tiny bikini.
That day will come. And it's not like I feel guilty about not telling him. And I trust him. I know he won't care. Because I love this diet.