ERM WHAT THE HFIL!?

HFIL BOUND

The female held onto the sink as she looked into the mirror with hatred in her eyes. She was absolutely sleep deprived. She kept hearing the voices, telling her how no one cared for her. That the person she loved thought she was worthless. She heard the landline phone beep as another voicemail appeared. Her eyes darted over to the phone in the doorway to her bedroom.

"Hey, Orion, it's me, Yamcha. You know, the guy that was checking up on you? Haha, look. I am worried about you, he wouldn't want you to mope about. Please call me, I worry for you sometimes... And I mean it, I don't want you to do anything you'll regret... Please. Call back."

The voicemail beeps and ends the call, she sniffles. And turned away. She didn't want to, she couldn't believe he would be worried or anyone in their own friend group was. She only felt that they were obligated because he wanted it, not because they truly cared for her wellbeing.

The feelings were like a raging storm in her head, refusing to calm down. She began to feel like she was unable to think straight. The pain she felt was nothing she had ever felt in her entire life. She slid down and held her knees sobbing.

She didn't know what to do, or who to turn to at all. She couldn't feel safe or comfortable at all with sharing her insecurities even though that's what she could do. But the issue lines itself with how she presented as if she were to... Tell Yamcha and Krillin how she felt. It's not like they knew him for far longer than she had.

She was just a stupid Saiyan who arrived on Earth a year ago, the same stupid Saiyan that ended up falling for their friend. Their companion, the same stupid Saiyan that ended up fighting alongside them, and their friends Goku... The same friend that was supposed to propose to her...

Her lip quivers and she held her body closer, as if she were to let go, she would lose the only sense of security left in them. She longed for someone to hold, someone to understand her, but that person is dead. She gets up after a long cry before another beep was heard. She didn't notice her phone rang again.

"Hey, Orion! It's me Krillin! Yamcha told me he hadn't heard back from you in a while, so I thought I'd try. Um, please call us back? We're very worried about you, even Goku's asking about you... Um, try not to hurt yourself... Okay? We do care about you, and... If you don't call back, Android 18 said she's gonna come over there and drag you from your room herself! So, please call me or Yamcha back, okay?"

She grits her teeth as the Voicemail ends. She was so pathetic that even Android 18 was considering coming to get her and drag her out to talk to them. She couldn't live with the pain anymore. The constant torture... The... The... fear. She slowly made her way to her feet, and went back into the bathroom, rummaging through her stuff she sniffles, and wipes the messy locks of her spiky hair from her face as she sniffles and looks at the switchblade and breaks down. She got this switchblade from him, and she cherished it. She opened the sleeves of her long shirt and began to slide the blade across her arm. She winces as she feels dirty and useless. She would be surprised that anyone loved her after what she did. She winces and looks down and hisses.

"Shit." Orion gasps out, as the blade slid across her arm. She looked down at her arm and blinked back tears. She knew what places would cause the most damage and went with it. She bit her lip and sobbed. She felt so much pain and gags. She collapses and her arm shakes. She felt pain, a lot of it. She shivers and she slipped the switchblade in her pocket and collapsed on the floor. There was a lot of blood, and she felt fuzzy. She needed sleep, she wanted to sleep. She needed to sleep, she wanted to sleep.

And she allowed herself to fall asleep.

The next thing she knew, Orion found herself standing in front of a desk with a red skinned man writing and he looked up. "Oh, hello there!" He smiled. Orion was panicking. Was she... She looked around.