I literally havent read through this so if it doesnt make sense thats why. might do that later.
Poet's perspective (the real one);
I needed to apologise to Folklore.
I knew she wouldn't forgive me. Or understand me, because I couldn't tell her what was going on. Now you people reading this silly little story might be thinking why not just call the police, then tell everyone? Well, that's the authors fault, as she decided that she couldn't possibly make it that easy. Stupid bitch.
Enough breaking the fourth wall. My sister, the psycho she is, I knew she had eyes on me and the house at all times. If I told anyone, she would find out, and she would be at the house long before the police.
So back to apologising to Folklore. I had a loose outline of a plan, and I could probably start crying and say I had no idea I attempted to kidnapped Debut. Well that's what I felt like doing when I first found out, after all, so it wouldn't be too hard. I took a deep breath to gather myself, and knocked on her door.
It opened, and I noticed Evermore sitting on the bed behind her.
"Go away Poets," Folklore said wearily. "You've really done enough, and in the nicest way possible, I don't want to be affiliated with you anymore."
"No Lorie please I really don't remember taking her," I begged. Evermore stood up off the bed and shrugged, walking towards the door.
"I'm out." She said to folklore. "Get help." She instructed, brushing past me on her way out the door.
I wilted a little, and Folklore seemed to soften, very slightly. "Come in, and only for a second. This isn't forgiveness."
"Thank you,"
"Don't. Now sit down."
I sat obediently, but she remained standing over me. "Tell me everything you remember."
"Well, as I said, I don't remember kidnapping her, or doing anything of the like, I promise I was in my room writing and then when I came down for dinner I got accosted by the whole table!"
"Look, I'm going to agree with Evermore's comment here, however backhanded it may have been. Do you think it would be helpful to see a therapist and talk things through with them?" She offered. I smiled a little internally at the thought that there was a possibility she believed my story. I would do anything to gain back her trust, even if that meant going to a therapist.
"Okay." I agreed grudgingly. "Um, I will go and find a therapist now." I stood up, thinking about how short lived the conversation had been, before waving an awkward goodbye which Folklore didn't return and walking to my room.
I sighed, sitting down and pulling out my laptop.
Therapy near me
Allow google to use your precise location for more accurate results?
I clicked okay.
Sunrise counselling
Mind and body psychology
Inner strength therapy
See more?
Nope, the stupid names were enough for me to click on the first one I saw- I didn't need to read any more inspirational messages than I had to. Clicking on Mind and Body Psychology, I scrolled through the profiles that came up, not reading anything, and basing my decision purely off appearance and their name.
Karma. That sounded okay.
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Debut's perspective;
I had withdrawn even more after the incident with Poets- the only person I really felt safe with was Fearless. I mostly stayed in my room, or hers, unless I went down to eat food. This particular time, I woke up late on a random Wednesday morning and shoved my face back into the pillow, groaning.
"Deb wake up," I was shaken awake gently by Fearless, yet however much I loved to see her face I would much have preferred to see the darkness of being beneath the covers for at least 20 more hours. "You have school,"
"No." I mumbled insistently.
"Yeah babe, you gotta get up,"
"Nope. Come sleep with me."
"Baby I'd love to but you have to get ready for school." She said softly, pulling me to sit up and look at her.
"Don't make me go," I pouted. "Please."
"Why don't you want to go today, hmm?" She sat down next to me, arm around me as I instinctively curled into her.
"It's- I don't- just- I don't even know!" I burst out. "I don't know but I just actually really can't fucking go to school today!"
"Baby calm down, you're okay," She pressed a kiss to the top of my head and pulled me onto her lap. "If it's that bad, I'm not going to force you to go, I'm not cruel," She made me look at her, and I nodded, glancing down at the floor.
"I'm sorry," I said dejectedly.
"Hey, what are you sorry for?" She looked at me slightly confusedly, but I knew she had a bit of an understanding already.
"I just... before this last year and a bit, I had only ever taken days off school when I was sick- my attendance was like, 97 percent, but now I'm just-"
"You know what you 'just' are?" She asked sternly, cutting me off. "You're 'just' struggling, like, a lot, and that is a perfectly valid excuse to miss school. Plus, if you're not up to going to school and you go anyways, it's not going to be beneficial and it's also just going to bring you down more."
"True, I just feel like... I don't deserve a day off just because I feel sad."
"Deb you absolutely have every reason to have a day off, case closed." She pulled my chin up and kissed me softly, giving me butterflies, which she never failed to do. "Now I have nothing on today, so we're having a mental health day."
"I don't-"
"Uh uh," She placed a finger over my lips to shush me. "For both of us."
"Okay." I giggled.
"What we need is blankets, pillows, and everything else we need within arms reach." We both stood up and she poked me in the rib playfully, making me squirm and run off to grab my favourite plushies along with the things we needed.
When I returned, we made a little makeshift cove of blankets and pillows, and I made her lay down first, then placed myself basically on top of her, grabbing the TV remote (yes they have tvs in their rooms theyre all rich as fuck) and turning it on, putting [insert comfort show] on and sighing, melting into the bed and my amazing girlfriend.
