No Life

14- Grian-day 2

I'm back~ still feel like shit but that's a problem for future me! Sorry this took so long, my phone was out of minutes so I couldn't update anything for a couple weeks, and schools a bitch (I'm so excited for spring break already) so.. Yea! I'm going to work on this for the next couple of days then I'll work on my other ones (writing this as my phone doesn't have minutes)

Warnings:
swearing
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mentions of fighting
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mentions of blood
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mentions of SH scars
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Mentions of child death (more trauma!)
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indications of past abuse (you guessed it, Trauma!)
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mentions of abandoned
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mentions of child abandonment
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mentions of mental abuse (if you wanna call it that, if I talk about it with my mom she says I'm being overdramatic)
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probably cringe (new writing style)
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Mentions of death
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And probably more that I forgot about!

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Why am I back here? I hate this as much as anyone else, hell the most I get out of this is a bit more energy at the end.

I rolled out of the bed, Leah was still 'asleep' (more like still not in this server or world) I looked down at my wrist, damn, they have the ability to get rid of all scars and they make me keep these? The reminder of how I was in high school and how I was back when I was with the watchers? Fuck them man.. I rolled down my sleeve to my hoodie then looked at my other sleeve and sighed at the three hearts on my sleeve, none gone.

I heard Leah groan and I heard a thud, I turned to her bed and her head was peaking over the side "you good?" I asked, grabbing my sword and putting it away in my invo

"Yeah- at least I think so.. Now I see how Helenna feels when I drag her out of bed." I blinked as she got back on her bed and scotted over to the side with the dresser and grabbed the knife and she had her hair up, like usual.

"Why do you drag her out of bed?" I asked as she got up and started looking around

"She has depressive episodes that make her not want to do anything, her mom, my aunt, doesn't want to even try to do anything with her, so it's up to me or she just never rolls out of bed." She explained, I blinked at her

"Her moms a bitch." I muttered, I guess she heard me

"We know. Everyone in that family does more for her when we visit for at least 2 hours than her mother does in a month."

"Damn.. How does her mother still have her?" She shrugged

"We don't know, I think its because she's not being physically abused, or there's no signs of obvious neglect"

"How old is Helenna again?"

"13. Going on 14, she can't say anything about how she feels without getting yelled at by an adult. I've seen it happen." I was shocked to say the least, she was 13 and she get treated like she's 34?

(I couldn't fucking tell ya, I'm fucking 13 and treated as if I'm 24 and I pay bills.)

I mean, that must damage her mental health like crazy, sure I was abandoned in Japan at 7 years old by my 'parents' but I never had to worry about rules or being yelled at for something I couldn't control... Why are parents like this?