The Easy Guide To Loving Care. Poly Light's II AU Book.

Heal the Scar

☆✿✷ A/N: PT 2 of clean the wound. Also there's a fluffy ending, don't worry, Lightbulb's okay.

Trigger warnings; mentions of wanting to harm others, low self worth, small panic, mentions of death.

🧪 POV:

I wake to Lightbulb's singing, it wasn't too bad. But in the morning, before my 3rd coffee? Not cool. "Lightbulb.. it's 8:34 AM... Tone it down please" I ask, my voice sounding a tad hoarse. "Sorry tube's. I woke up with it stuck in my head an-" "that's great Lightbulb..." I say with a grumble as I roll over. Not in the best mood to hear her rambling. I haven't had any coffee yet, so I'm never in the mood. "Oh. Uh- okay. ... I'll go, and let you sleep then." She walked out of the room, closing the door behind her. "Thanks..."

💡 POV:

What's happening lately? Everyone is so off. I get that Test tube is tired, but Paintbrush talking over me and forgetting to hug me. It sets me off. I don't like the feeling.

It hurts?

Why does it hurt?

Maybe I'm just overthinking, last night was a lot. Not just for Fan.

I bump into Balloon. Who seemed to be writing in a notepad. "Oh, hey Balloon." I plainly say, hoping he didn't notice my static expression. "Oh, hey Lightbulb. I see you're in a bad mood too?" He mumbled sadly, sounding much more upset than I was in the now. "Oh, Loonie? Are you okay?" I ask him, getting down to match his height. "No, I'm not. Apparently, I'm not good enough for everyone!" Immediately, Balloon went to ramble, upset at the whole world. I just listened to him vent, sitting there, waiting for him to be done.

I don't want to deal with this?!

Why should I be dealing with it? It's not my problem that you're having a bad day??! I grumble, feeling an electric, tingling in my hands.

I swear I'm gonna-

"And that's why I have a hard time understanding others. Maybe that's why I don't get the respect I deserve." Balloon finishes, getting up. "Sorry to make you listen through all that, but I owe you one. Thanks a lot." Balloon walks off. Like a weight just got taken off him. I just stared out the window, seeing how late in the day it was. 12:45 PM already? God.. that was a long talk. I can't even remember what he said to me now. Great. Now I feel shitty.

I get up and walk around, then, I go get Baxter. Putting him on his leash and giving him his morning walk. He always seemed so happy when I walked him. Just walking around, no care whatsoever. I want to be like that again. A carefree girl, now, I just.. exist. I just help around. A helpless feeling seemed to engulf me in self pity, I sat down on a bench, Baxter playing in the sand. Suddenly, someone sat next to me.

"Lightbulb? Are you okay? Balloon said something seemed off about you." Suitcase explained why she was here. She's here for me. Worried about my behavior change. "I'm fine, just thinking about stuff.." I grumble, resting my chin on my hand. "You know what that stands for when you're obviously upset? Freaked out, insecure, neurotic and emotional. Lightbulb, please tell me what's wrong, I could help you y'know." Suitcase made a good point. I am pretty emotional right now. But how do I tell her? How do I tell anyone my feelings when it's so hard to talk about. I sigh, not knowing how to tell her. "Suitcase.. i- I don't know how to tell you this. It- it's stupid." "No, it's not 'stupid.' it's important to you, and that's what matters. Please, just tell me." She pushes, trying to get me to talk, and it's working. I feel more..

emotional?

Upset?

Wait, why am I crying? I shouldn't be crying. Not in front of my friend! "Oh Lightbulb.. it's okay." I felt her lean against me, head on my shoulder as she tried to comfort me without arms. "It's okay, I won't let you go. Or- I won't leave you alone. Since I don't have arms." "You're too kind Suitcase." I mumble through tears. Trying to calm myself down. "I'm sorry.. I didn't mean to cry. I didn't. I don't know what came over me." "Well- whatever it was, that problem needs fixing. What even happened to get you so upset?" Suitcase asked, pushing more.