by the time i got home that afternoon it was evident that dinner had been eaten and none had been spared for me. i guess i shouldn't have expected anything more.
skipping dinner i walked upstairs and into the bathroom. reaching under the sink i found the small glass jar that had held my comfort for 3 years now. I pulled out one of the soft balls and slowly started to unravel it.
some teenagers find a release through things like drinking or self harm but i had found another way.
cotton wool.
the motion of unraveling it and playing with the little fluffy pieces had always entertained me, even as a child.
so now, as a 17 year old i am sitting on the bathroom floor playing with a ball of cotton wool.
as i pulled apart the ball i thought of school. there had been no more notes left and i hate to admit it but it kind of made me feel empty. having the notes made me feel like i had a friend, someone to talk to.
once that ball was pulled apart completely i put the jar back and walked to my room.
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Notes - Phan High School AU
Fanfic"Dear pianist, Your piano is out of tune, you might want to fix that." Mentions: self harm, depression, suicide attempts and other topics. Feel free to message me about any concerns :) Cover image: https://au.pinterest.com/pin/478296422904626132/
