⚠️verbal abuse AND short mention of anorexia⚠️
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★ 𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚢𝚗'𝚜 𝙿𝙾𝚅 ★
The alarm sounds, but I have not slept. I silence it, only for it to go off four more times while I remain in bed, although I haven't slept at all. My gaze remains fixed on the ceiling until I turn to shut off the fifth alarm.
"Shut up," I mutter, as though the alarm could hear me.
Reluctantly, I rise and head to the bathroom. I look at my reflection in the mirror: my eyelids are heavy, my eyes are red and swollen despite not having cried, and dark circles are visible, though not markedly darker than usual.
Dressing in a clean, oversized T-shirt and ignoring the fact that I am still wearing the same pants from yesterday, I make my way downstairs.
In the living room, my brother Alex sits at the table, eating breakfast.
"There's egg and some cereal in the kitchen if you want." Alex says as I enter.
"I don't." I reply, shaking my head.
"Evelyn, you didn't eat last night either."
"I'm not hungry." I insist.
"So now you're not just dickie, but also anorexic?" Mum's voice cuts through the room.
(AN: I feel the need to clarify that she does not have any type of eating disorder; she simply does not feel well today.)
"Mum—" Alex begins, but she cuts him off.
"Evelyn?" she demands my attention.
"What, Mum?" I respond, trying to avoid further conversation.
"Your alarm went off a hundred times this morning. Do you want to wake up the whole neightbour or what?" She points to herself, using an ironic tone to place the blame on me.
"I'm sorry. I'm leaving for school now."
"Yes, leave, because you're late. And we don't want you here." She waves her hands dismissively as if I were dust to be brushed away.
"Mum, shut the fuck up." Alex interjects.
"No, you shut up. Oh my God, what kind of children have I raised? No wonder your father is dead." She retorts as I put on my shoes.
Alex stands and approaches me. He has already put on his old Converse, and he opens the door once I am ready.
"Let's go. I'll drive you."
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I knock on the classroom door and enter. I'm late. So as the teacher stops talking, everyone turns to look at me.
"Sorry I'm late." I say, not genuinely apologetic.
"Hi, Miss Johanson." the math teacher greets. "Join the class now, if you may."
I nod and take my seat, as usual, at the back row next to Max. She has also taken a seat further back and immediately turns to ask, "Where were you yesterday? Something crazy happened, Will—" She likely notices my lack of interest and interrupts herself. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah, fine." I reply. "What happened to Will?" I ask, genuinely concerned but too drained to address anything beyond this.
"I don't know. It seemed like he saw some... thing—like, he was somewhere else. For a moment, I thought he was going to die or something." The mention of death brings thoughts of my father to mind, though I try to conceal my reaction. My disheveled hair and dark circles make it difficult to hide my distress.
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Not Evelyn. ~ max x fem oc (wlw)
FanfictionEvelyn is known by being the one "dickie" in the school. Max clearly have NEVER thought about liking a girl, but what if she likes her? ☆⋆☆⋆☆⋆☆⋆☆⋆☆⋆☆⋆☆ "We are. You're not the problem. It's people. They call me things, and I- I know you have been t...
