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Toby

The rest of the night was spent on my phone and teaching my new best friend, Jane, sign language. I've developed a slight crush on Toby, I've only liked him for a day though.  It sucks balls. It hurt. Physically and mentally. I've been cutting for the past two weeks. Nobody knows, and I'd like to keep it that way.

I wake up to a feeling of the bed dipping down due to a unknown weight. I open my Indigo eyes and I'm met with chocolate brown eyes. I don't instantly recognize him. Then I do, Toby! I smile and sign "hello Toby!" He smile. I know he doesn't know sign language. But what happens next surprised me. "Hello Violet! How are you this lovely morning?" I gasp and smile. Blocking out my pain for only a second. "Pretty well, thank you.".
 
(Tigger warning)

I get out of bed five minutes later when Toby leaves. I open the bath room door with my black clothes in hand. Slowly walking to the sink, the faucet in my eyes start to leak. I quickly drop my clothes and run to the mirror. I open the medicine cabinet and pull out a rusty knife I found outside. I roll up my sleeve.  One slice. Four. Ten. Twelve. I stop when the tub fills up. I stop the water and get in.

(End of trigger warning)

The boiling water burns my ivory skin. I put my head under water. My purple hair floats to the top. I stare at my hair. Forgetting to come up for air. Lovely oxygen. My friend, yet my enemy at the same time.  I come up gasping for air.   I reach for my phone and stick in my head phones playing two of my songs off my play list.

(First song!!)
Isle of flightless birds by Twenty Øne Pilots
Now is the climax to the story
That gives the demons and angels purpose
They fly around while we are walking
And mold our emotions just to please them

I am cold, can you hear?
I will fly with no hope, no fear
And the ground taunts my wings
Plummet as I sing, plummet as I sing

All we are is an isle of flightless birds
We find our worth in giving birth and stuff
We're lining our homes against winding roads
And we think the going is tough
We pick songs to sing, remind us of things that nobody cares about
And honestly we're probably more suicidal than ever now

If you decide to live by, what you think's wrong and what's right
Believe me you'll begin to wish you were sleeping
Your weeping will creep in your head and you'll cry
But if we wake up every morning and decide what we believe
We can take apart our very heart and the light will set us free

I am cold, can you hear?
I will fly with no hope, no fear
And the ground taunts my wings
Plummet as I sing, plummet as I...

I am cold, can you hear?
I will fly with no hope, no fear
And the ground taunts my wings
Plummet as I sing, plummet as I sing

How frustrating and so degrading
His time, we're wasting
As time will fly by and the sky will cry as light is fading
And he is waiting, oh so patiently
While we repeat the same routine as we will please comfortability
Please don't think about why you can't sleep in the evening
And please don't be afraid of what your soul is really thinking
Your soul knows good and evil, your soul knows both sides
And it's time you pick your battle, and I promise you this is mine
(I promise you)

( second song)
Smoke by Melanie Martinez
Play "Smoke"on Amazon Music

"Smoke"

Too petty, his little girl, you've gone so far
Keep begging until you're smiling, you're a movie star
Songs from the 50's your mom's used to sing
Oh, in the kitchen while she's making dinner for your family

Keep dreaming baby girl keep your head up high
Waiting for your mama to sing lullabies
Well daddy isn't here and mama's smoking stacks
Oh, headaches from the smoke you smell ain't getting wrecked

Closer to encourage and I'll be awake
Sing yourself to sleep learn how to be afraid
All you haven't got, always a rivalry
While your lungs are filled with all the smoke you breathe

Don't you worry now you sleep you little thing
Daddy will come back and therefore he will sing
Sing your precious lullaby to you he will
While mama smokes her cancer till the dawn still

Closer to encourage and I'll be awake
Sing yourself to sleep learn how to be afraid
All you haven't got, always a rivalry
While your lungs are filled with all the smoke you breathe

Closer to encourage and I'll be awake
Sing yourself to sleep learn how to be afraid
All you haven't got, always a rivalry
While your lungs are filled with all the smoke you breathe

I slowly drift off to sleep in the tub. My fingers pruning, almost as if I were dying.