Mind Games [My Candy Love Fanfic]

Prologue

AN/

Well... I apologize?
Have fun??
I kind of hate everything I wrote here, but decided to fuck it and post anyway???
If you find any Grammar errors, let me know, I'm not a native english anything so, you probably will.
Um... Sorry for the text language in some parts, I just thought it would make it more realistic.

Also they are in Middle School so sorry for the Offensive Humor, the chapters after are less controversal... They are triggering though

She blinked twice at the gray, crusty wall before her. She raised her small, dainty hands in front of her, bony wrists flexing under supple flesh, skin turning a yellow-white in the places where the skin stretched over her sharp bones. Her bitten nails, with chipped black nail polish, stuck against the grittiness of the concrete, as she tried to push and slap against the unmoving wall, caging her in. It was all in vain. Her efforts only served to reawaken a dull ache on the skin of her slowly reddening palms, breaths quickening in panic. She swallowed down her fear, trying not to cough at the horrible thin air around her.

She didn't know how she got stuck in this thoroughly confined space, she only knew that there was no way out. She slapped at the wall again in annoyance, then clicked her tongue, and rolled back her head to ease her cramming neck muscles... only to have the back of her head bang loudly and painfully against the concrete. Her panic rose once more, as she tried to look around the tight four walls she was confined in. She felt claustrophobic, trying her damnedest to not vomit all over herself at the realization there was no door.

However, when she turned her head right, she could see a window right next to her. She wanted to punch herself as she realized that was where her light came from. Her reflection was distorted, but she could somehow still make out the shadows that were right behind her. Watching her. She didn't mind them.

Outside was only sky, so she imagined she was up very high. Maybe that's why she felt like she was suffocating. Or maybe the walls were slowly closing in.

She felt her previous panic disappear, as a smile slowly started to tug on her lips.

She was okay with this. She didn't fear death, she welcomed it. So with one last breath, she gave up her air. Her control.

She was free.

And they were finally happy.

It was all as meant to be.




*

Her eyes popped open and she yawned in despair. It was still dark outside, and she was incredibly tired, but she knew after that dream, she wasn't going to get any sleep, no matter how hard she tried.

She sighed and stretched out across her bed like a cat, then grabbed her phone off her bedside table, and cringed at the sudden light that invaded her retinas. She noticed the never-ending notifications on her Insta, but ignored them in favor of her more private online persona's Tumblr page. Her hundreds of blog posts filled her screen after the page loaded, filled to the brim with depression posts and other human garbage teens her age loved to flaunt, like their pain made them cool somehow. Some of her commenters sent out sweet words of encouragement, while others tried to discourage her after the last few days' posts she made.