Monday 6th
2000
"Wake up."
"Wake up!"
"WAKE UP Y/N"
Her/his brain screaming at them
opens her/his eyes, face burried in the soft pillow, head pounding so hard, everything zooms in and out. "God.. i hate this." as Y/N mumbles to themself, swing my legs off the bed and stretch, as check the time on the alarm clock as they try to focuse, and get their vision straight to see the time.
4:44AM
"Wonderful." Y/N mumbles, as they get up and go to the kitchen, the cold floor under her feet soothong them, the sun pouring from the windows, Y/N flinchs. The house silent as always, mom and dad are passed out on the couch snoring like pigs, they go to the washroom to take a cold shower to at least wake them up as they never gets any sleep [bairly]. Y/N strips off their pajamas, revealing scars all over their thighs, going up from their stomach, wrists, forearm, all the way to her shoulder, Y/N turns on the shower and gets in, it's nice, refreshing, the watter trickling on their face feels like it's raining, nice, calming,
Quiet.
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Mike schmidt x healing user
Actionthis story is for the ones who are lost, lost everyone and everything including themselfs, the ones scard, and scared. Broken into little peices of glass. The ones bruised, trying to heal, bleeding but can't stop bleeding. The ones crying until empt...
