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She let out a soft breath, her head hitting her pillow, arms twisting around her plush Cow. She didn't feel horrible, nor did she feel good. The previous night she'd tried to vent to stop the bottle from falling over and spilling everywhere. But as she counted each thing, the bottle got too heavy to hold. Even with the help of her friends it went tumbling down. Perhaps her friends pushed it a little. Not in a mean and unhelpful way. But in a way that when the bottle spilled, it was left almost empty. No more hiding it's contents. No more keeping them locked up. Instead they were freed into the world, leaving her feeling a little better.

However in that moment she quickly locked the bottle up again, it being just under half filled. Her friends frowned and sighed, they were at least happy she'd gotten their help. She faked a smile towards them, a smile they knew too well. Yet they werent going to force the bottle down again. She knew that if she needed their help they were there for her whenever.

As she'd fallen asleep to the sounds of angels (let's be real, they go by the name Stray Kids). She felt at peace. Nothing could hurt her anymore. Her eyes too tired to cry anymore, slowly fell shut. Her breathing evened from the messy gasps. The sorrowful look that was upon her face rested into one of peace.

Through the night nothing disturbed her. Not the show her brothers had turned on a little too loud. Not the banging of doors as they went to the bathroom. Nothing.

A few hours had passed and she found herself awake early in the morning. Not much sleep, she checked her phone to find out what happened. Slipping it onto her pillow, she then went back to sleep.

A few more hours later and it was time to get up. But every muscle in her body did not move. She didn't want to get up. She had no will, no motivation to get up. She felt quiet literally dead. Having a somewhat bad sleep meant she were to be slow and tired for the rest of the day. The idea of having to work the same day and then the next three brought a great dislike to her.

She closed her eyes for half hour more before eventually turning on her phone to greet her friends. She always did that first thing when waking up. It's all she wanted to do. Something about greeting her friends in the morning and saying goodnight (about twice a day for both because of timezones but she didn't mind) made her happy.

This time when she said good morning, one of her closer friends instantly greeted her with love. Something she couldn't have been more grateful for. The gesture made her smile. After many hours her friend had remembered her rough night and made her smile first thing. Whether she showed it or not, the girl was thankful to have this friend by her side. Eventually her morning dragged on. It was almost time to get ready. She may have been tired but she found her new strength of the day to get through it.