burning thoughts

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(WARNING ⚠️ Self harm! WARNING ⚠️)

Spinel grabbed a deck of cards from her bag, starting to make a tower as the minutes went by. The group soon returned, some laughing and talking. Spinel stayed in her room. She badly wanted to talk to someone so she wouldn't feel as alone. But she couldn't. She couldn't even muster up enough courage to go outside of her room.

A tall girl with long pink pulled into two messy buns walked past Spinels room, a friendly smile on her face. She walked into her own room, getting ready for bed. Spinel asked to shower, her wanting to wash the gross smell of cigarettes out of her hair. She had been secretly smoking for a while and even if she was mentally unwell, didn't want to make anyone else suffer.

Spinel walked into the washroom, making sure the door was locked before she started the shower. She undressed, shivering as the cold air hit her skin. She glanced at her scars, sighing softly as she regretted them. She let her hair loose and hopped into the hot shower.

Her mind began to fill with horrid thoughts as she washed herself. She wanted to scream and cry as the thought of Pink came back to her. Sharp things weren't allowed in hospital and she had to cut her long black nails before coming in, so her only other option? Hot water.

She stepped out of the way of the shower, making sure it wouldn't burn her whole body as she raised the heat. She held her breath, sticking her arm under the boiling water. She let out a few yelps, tears staining her cheeks as her arm went red. Luckily the sound of the shower drowned out her cries as she stuck her arm in serval times.

Once she was satisfied, she turned off the water and dried herself. She pulled on the itchy hospital pjs and headed to bed. Fortunately, or unfortunately, the shirt was long and covered the red fresh skin. It burned badly as the shirt scratched against the wound.

Spinel got into bed, staring up at the ceiling as she thought of ways to hide it. Most of her shirts were long sleeved because of, well, past 'incidents'.

She closed her eyes, slowly drifting off to sleep as the sound of an old clock ticked away in the background.

(Yeesh- this one was sad- Dont worry, cute spinel x pink pearl in the next chapter)

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