ɮʊʀռ tɦɛ քʊʀքʟɛ ʀօsɛ. [asɦʟɛʏ ċaʍքɮɛʟʟ x ɦaռaɦaռҡɨ!ʄɛʍ!ʀɛaɖɛʀ]

Once Again🎑☄

Well I guess it could get worse! Ash is here now. If I could sigh for the rest of my life, that's what I would do.

I clean up and walk out, despite my aching body. "H-hey ash.." I say in a gross croaky voice. She doesn't seem to notice though. I see that sal clipped his mask on.

"Oh jesus y/n, you scared the shit out of me! Why did you run off?!" She says. Larry and sal awkwardly look at me, probably trying to find ways to save my sorry ass. I pat her back, but flinch at the growing thorns I can feel growing inside.

"Ash.. She is very sick and her voice hurts. She won't be available for now.. Buh-bye!" Sal pushes her out quickly, ignoring the curses ash is yelling.

I let out a sigh of relief and plop down on the floor. Larry and sal rush over to see if I'm ok and I just nod tiredly. They get the hint and Larry carries me over to my bed.

I start bawling.

"Hey! Cmon Lil sis just hang in there... I know your going to be alright!" Larry says sweetly. Sally takes his mask off and crawls in my bed next to me, and holds my hand. Giving me a goofy smile. I look back at larry and he's giving me the same smile.

I can't help but start laughing, and smiling with them.

~• Time Skippy •~

Its a day later and I feel a little better. I wrapped a gauze around my arm to hide those gross blood stained cuts and smile, not caring about them getting infected. I hope they do.

I don't answer any calls, only Larry. I would answer if it was sally or Todd, but they rarely call me anyway. I keep it on silent and throw it on my art table to get ready. Sal and Larry left early to go get breakfast, so I don't have to worry about them seeing me change.

( I will give a pic of what you can wear. If not, you can inagine your wearing whatever you want!)

I get dressed and do all my morning rituals. Teeth, hair, the basics. I put my hair in a (hairstyle) and grab my yellow backpack with small art pins that ash gave me.

I finally sit down and watch Dr.Phil cause he's my main bitch, and ignore the obnoxious rumbling in my stomach. Most likely signalling that I'm fucking hungry and Larry and sal better get me a strawberry milk with whatever there getting.

This morning I totally forgot about the sickness I have. But I quickly remember when I feel about 5 places somewhere in my body getting stabbed, most likely by thorns
. I yell out in pain and fall off of the couch, and I can almost feel Dr.phil watching in disappointment. Weird, right?

I run over to the bathroom and throw up blood and pretty purple roses. Ruined by blood. Once again.