~Everything about you is so terrible~
Y/N is simply... average. She doesn't mind it, really. I mean, who's she trying to impress? Sure, her life isn't anything perfect, but whatever. It is what it is. She had no interest in becoming popular, but my...
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Hiccuping and sobbing weakly, Y/N falls back onto the couch and hides behind her hands while bending over her knees. She had exhausted herself crying to the point where her mind was in a haze. Her energy to shed anymore tears was depleting, but the sadness had burrowed deep into her chest. She had just come home from the hospital with her dad, and needless to say, hearing the news was far less intense than when she was actually faced with the motionless body of her comatose mother.
The woman was covered head-to-toe in bandages, near unrecognizable due to the damage of the incident. It was then reality struck her hard. F/N had been there to comfort her, even though he himself was hardly put together after seeing the wreckage. The whole while, SQUIP had silently watched from the depths of her mind with pity written all over his face as he listened to each heart-wrenching sound let out by the two humans.
There were numerous times he wished to stop the pain for his host by shutting off her emotions, but bottling them up would do no good for her. Now that she had come home, Y/N felt drained from the whole ordeal. She was thankful her dad gave her the go-ahead to stay home from school for a while. She wasn't sure she could do anything in her current state, let alone pay attention in class. She would be afraid of breaking down in the middle of a lesson.
How embarrassing that would be. SQUIP probably wouldn't allow that to happen anyways, for the sake of her newly built reputation, but it was still a mortifying thought. Speak of the blue devil, he manifests at her side, sitting with one leg crossed over the other as he stared at her with a small frown on his lips. She didn't notice him, not with her face hidden, until he spoke.
"In times of distress, it is beneficial to take a step back and relax." Sniffling, the girl looks up from her hands, waiting for him to give her a suggestion. "There ought to be something good on T.V.. It'll distract you for a while, at least." Without a word of argument, Y/N reaches for the remote and wipes her eyes with a sleeve. Nearly, it had slipped from her weak fingers, but SQUIP had acted quickly, tightening her grip around the device before it could fall.
'Thank you,' she thinks to him, even the tone in her head sounding weary and broken as she flipped through the channels to find something numbing enough to take the pain away. Her search felt futile, and at some point, she was just pressing buttons mindlessly until a cartoon caught her eye. Focusing on what actually was on the screen, she found herself watching a rerun of Kim Possible. Well, it was something, she supposed, and she used to love the show when her cousin showed it to her as a little girl. Why not? A hit of nostalgia was a great way to keep the relentless thoughts at bay, or perhaps, it might just make her cry more as she recalled old memories of watching it at home with...
