Yellow Wednesday's | Klance AU

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One month in, I finally began to speak more in the Sessions. And by more I mean twice a seccion, and not just to say hello and good bye. No progress was made on my emotional state in any way, but hunk and pidge both seemed comfortable, as they had begun this far before I had.

There where more people here before I came, but a group was cut off when I joined. Everyone knew I hated new people, and introduceing me in slowly would help. I had insisted against it, not wanting to cause a disruption. But I had no say in the matter.

But all semi-good things must end. We learned a new patent would soon be joining us. A boy, and he was mute. That was all the information we where given. Hunk and pidge looked rather excited to have a new-comer, and I assume I looked miserable. And I was.

At the end of the particular session, we where greeted with more news. The sessions would be on Saturday and Wednesday, not just Monday. And the worst part of this new system, every Wednesday, we would have to wear a yellow hair clip.

I got in the car and informed my mom of all the news of the session. She seemed exited I could have another potential friend, and that she didn't have to pay extra for the Wednesday class.

We arrived to our small home, the shackles of the roof slipping and falling of the tilted areas. I opened the door to be greeted with my cat, begging to be pet. I reached down and pat her head, so she wouldn't eat me. I rushed upstairs with my book bag, and laid it on my pillow. Taking out my work, I quickly finished the tasks at hand and laid back.

I sat up minutes later, with the sudden urge to cut. I took out the box or worn razors from the hidden spot in my small room, and found the sharpest blade. I unbadged my arm, to reveal new and old scars alike, some from this morning, some dating back to months prior when I began.

The thin metal felt cold yet familiar as it hit my soft skin, creating a thin line of doted blood.