I'm not fixing spelling rn I'm deadass Tired zzzzzzz also TW for like idk depression stuff!!!
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Soft sniffling filled the quiet room, Ella laid curled up under a soft blanket thick. The only light in her room coming in from the darkened blue sky outside. Hot tears slid down her face one by one, creating a river down her soft freckled cheeks.
Silent sobs wrecked the small girl's body as she tries to gasp for air in between her own crying.
She'd been crying for about an hour now, her eyes were heavy and her head hurt, not to mention her nose wouldn't stop running. She felt horrible. She hated feeling like this, but she couldn't help it.
She was so stupid, she had no reason to be so upset and yet she was, and horribly so. Ella runs a hand through her hair before balling it into her fist pulling slightly scrunching her face up at the pain. Honestly, being upset was an understatement, she was absolutely torn inside.
Another sob escaped her lungs and it feels like she's choking, drowning in herself and she can't pull herself out. Ella hugs the blanket over herself tighter hoping it would shield her from what she's feeling.
Her limbs collapse on her chest as she curls in on herself, her eyes so puffy from crying she can barely see. Well, maybe she doesn't want to see, so ha-ha body.
...Maybe she should disappear. Everyone would probably be happier.
Ella wipes a hand over her face smearing tears and snot, yeah. Everyone would be happier, she thinks to herself.
Alistair wouldn't have to worry about her anymore. Joric wouldn't have to pay for her living anymore, god knows he needs all the financial help he can get. And warner... is just well warner. He probably won't even miss her. Everyone would probably get along better if she wasn't there too. She wipes another hand over her smeared face.
Ella lets out another ragged breathe, her chest heaving trying to keep up. Hot tears still streaming down her soft face.
"I'm so useless," she quietly tells herself, "nobody wants me" her voice quivers as she breathes in, her fists tightening on her sides.
Ella sits in silence crying, waiting for something, anything to happen. She wants so badly to get her phone, to call someone one to talk to. But.. that's what started all this isn't it? Because HE called her. Because HE had the nerve to track her down again, to call her, to tell her terrible things and just expect her to be fine. Fuck him. Ella gasps out a sob. Fuck. He was right wasn't he? She's useless, unwanted, she's such a joke. He's right.
Ella curls in even more on herself if possible, moving her hands from her sides to hug her knees to her. She smushes her face down into the bed letting herself cry harder. Fuck.
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"...Ella?" A voice quietly asks, the sound of the door swinging open echos the room.
Ella stiffens and bites her lip, trying to tame her sobbing, but instead a pitiful hiccuping sound comes out. She squeezes her eyes shut.
Ella listens in as she hears the door to her room shut gently, then small steps slowly approach where she's currently curled up.
"Ella?" Warner calls out again, this time more concerned. Ella shrinks back slightly and warner frowns.
The small 3 ft robot carefully gets up onto the bed with her, he silently scooches next to her blanket covered body.
"Hey." He says quietly, not too sure if she's awake or not. Warner raises a concerned eyebrow at the unusual silence, expression confused.
