sleeves ☔︎ shourtney

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⚠️Trigger Warning⚠️

C o u r t n e y

A flash of thunder disrupted my vision. The sickening cracking noise erupted from outside, and I heard a whimper from my kitten.

I picked him up and held him close to my body, his black fur soft on my face as I lightly nuzzled him. "It's okay Eclipse. It's only a thunderstorm."

My phone screen abruptly illuminated the dark atmosphere of my bedroom, melting the slightly eerie vibe.

Subconsciously, my arm outstretched to grab the electronic metal object. Like the white streaks in the sky, Eclipse was gone. He had immediately sprung off my lap because of my sudden movement.

"Scaredy cat," I chuckled to myself as I looked who had texted me. Of course it was Olivia, my only friend.

Olivia was an amazingly sweet person of Chinese nationality. Liv Liv wasn't super popular, but she wasn't unpopular. She's somewhere in the middle.

Unlike me. I'm at the lower of the high school food chain.

I could feel a shocked expression override my neutral one as I saw what she texted me.

Bold= Courtney
Italics=Olivia

Hey! Anthony Padilla is hosting a party tomorrow! You should come!
Why should I?
Because it's gonna be littt!
I don't want toooo
Too bad you're coming!
Ugh
Yay!

*End of Conversation*

What did I just get myself into?

*Time Skip*

The blistering heat of the sun seemed to melt my skin, but that's just overreacting. My body was hidden by an ebony colored sweatshirt.

I stayed by the snacks, trying to keep hidden from everyone else. Nearly the entire school was here, even the nerdy kids.

A vibrantly colored bird caught my attention as it hastily whizzed past, becoming a colorful blur.

"Hey."

The sudden voice caused me to flinch. I turned around to face a guy. Not just any guy, a stupidly handsome guy with gorgeous cerulean eyes and a smile to die for.

"Uh... hi."

Damn my social awkwardness.

"Why are you wearing that sweatshirt?"

"I'm cold."

"It's summer."

A phase of panic set in. What do I tell him?

I didn't tell him anything. I just ran away, leaving him with a look of confusion on his face. I'm such an idiot.

I was soon home, panting. This party was a bad idea.

—

I sat on the toilet seat. Cold metal pressed against my skin. I dragged it across. Twice. Three times. Four times. Five times. Six times. Seven fucking times. My flesh was bathed in a rich crimson liquid.

I rinsed it off with frigid tap water, leaving seven fresh slits across my wrist to add to the scar bank.

I hated where the other coffee shop one was going so I just deleted it and made this one instead.