she's been like this for months now, not talking to anyone for very long, keeping to herself at all times, the closest she's been to human affection for the last few months is Steven.
she doesn't hug anyone anymore, she doesn't tell the gang to "stay safe" and she doesn't yell out "I love you" anymore.
she's just there, she's existing.
someone would have to be a fucking idiot not to notice, a fucking idiot, not to notice that she doesn't smile anymore, that she barley shows up to school anymore , that her eyes are always puffy.
a real fucking idiot.
a real fucking idiot till it's to late.
"GET OFF!" she screams as her body racks with sobs, Steven holding her body close, her sliced arms the darkest shade of crimson from the blood pouring from the cuts so rapidly.
she cries as he forces her into his car, she cries as the nurses tend to her, she cries as she talks to her friends, her parents, therapist and strangers for months on end.
she cries months later when she's on the road to recovery, she cries when she's a year clean from the blade.
because you'd have to be a fucking idiot to have not caught this sooner.
"I should've known"
everyone should've known, everyone should've know that the light in their lives was slowly dimming right before them.
"im alive though"
"but I should've caught on sooner"
...
this came to me really late at night and just wanted to write it down
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