Safety Scissors: REBOOT

Chapter One: Insomnia

Warning: May contain triggering content, graphic scenes of harm, or bad language, Be cautious, and be nice. Happy reading :)

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[11 pm]

You were supposed to be asleep. But you couldn't. You tossed, and turned, and you couldn't sleep. Your mother tried her hardest, to work on getting you on a regular sleep schedule, but you couldn't.

[12:15 am]

You weren't sure when, but you had fallen asleep, waking up feeling like you hadn't. You tossed and turned some more, the memories of past events haunting your waking restlessness.

[12:30 am]

You've given up on sleep for the time being, grabbing a random book from your shelf, and turning up your dimmed lights. You couldn't sleep in the dark. Not after that night. You shivered at the thought, and started reading from where you left off last time 

[3:00 am]

You checked the time, opting to put on music and go grab a snack and a drink, walking downstairs silently.

[3:30 am]

You finished your 'supply run' and went back upstairs, taking time to put a blanket over your mother, who was sleeping on the table, laptop running in front of her. She truly cared for you. Ever since the accident she's worked harder, and you appreciated her for it. Even if she wasn't always there, you knew she was doing something for you. It was reassuring. You shut her laptop, setting a glass of water and a note in front of her. In case she slept through the morning. Which was fine, you could drive, and you could use the GPS to get to school, so you weren't worried.

[3:45 am]

Back upstairs and reading, you tossed and turned, turning up the song on the record player you owned. Some of the records hung on your wall, some on the bottom of a bookshelf you've had. You had many shelves on your walls, containing trinkets, ranging from fandom memorabilia, to posters, small potted plants, photographs, notes from old teachers, art supplies, film equipment, you had it all, and you couldn't ask for more.

[4:30 am]

You gave up on reading, opting to watch television while you drew. Your pencil moved masterfully, liners and m/c [A/n: Media of choice] coming after. It took a while.

[6:30 am]

You finished the drawing, putting your signature on it, and then hanging it with all your other art pieces, smiling proudly. It was lovely. And you wouldn't accept any less. Your smile quickly dropped, as thoughts and memories flooded in, and you stared off into the art piece, pointing out every imperfection, as well as in the others, you decided just to leave it there, since you were initially proud of it. 

[6:45 am]

You were trying to sleep again, at least for an hour, for the sake of not being tired at least enough to drive home. You turned music on, to drown out thoughts and memories that haunted you, but it still didn't help. In fact, it made it harder to sleep. 

[7:45 am]

Looks like you got a small nap in, Your alarm rang, signaling the start of the 'Morning' even though you never really slept. You groggily got up, stretching before getting out of your bed. You had pushed it into the far wall, and it kind of adjoined into a bay window you had, railings stopping the ends, bed put sideways as to literally be part of the bay window, leaving around 9 feet of space either side, and a tv opposite the bed, a shelf underneath it, filled with DVD's you had made, as well as other classics, Little shop of horror, Labyrinth[A/n: does anyone remember Labyrinth? It was a good movie to be honest.], Dark crystal. Dark crystal was a little weird, but you appreciated the theatricality and the puppetry. You also had old cartoons, Betty Boop, Little Lulu, Superman, Batman, you enjoyed them all. You never really having been 'scared' of horror movies, per se. Most people don't really like them if they aren't horrifying, but you enjoyed them. Especially if not everyone acts stupid in them. You had a habit of pointing out the flaws in horror movies, but to you it just made it even better, almost funny even.

The space to the left of your bed had a small art studio, set with craft supplies, sewing machine and fabrics, and all the art supplies you ever loved under the sun. Drawings were set up all over the corner as well as shelves, neatly organized, filled with old sketchbooks and more supplies. The walls were painted a cool, dark, and almost fluffy grey, the floors dark, lacquered cherry wood, and a cool, light blue, fluffy carpet in the middle. Your bed had an old  comforter, which you kept patching up and stitching back together, an arsenal of pillows, and a few stuffed animals, to sate some of your loneliness which ever sunk in the pit of your stomach. The right of the bed had another desk,  this one holding electronics, a laptop, lighting system, film camera, and some old consoles which you plugged into the television. You found most of your stuff at a thrift store, your bed being around 6.5 feet long, and a white, wooden bed frame and drawers underneath it. Your shelves were neatly organized, and you looked at your rewards, which sat on their own shelf, never actually being good enough for you. 

You walked around your room, looking through the two drawers under your bed which contained cleaning supplies and snacks, grabbing a bottle of gatorade and some pocky, tossing them to the bed before grabbing an outfit from the closet, tossing a nice pair of trousers and a turtleneck (of your colour choice) and a pair of black socks into your bathroom. 

You grabbed a zip up hoodie, remembering the forecast for rain today when you decided to check the news, sticking it in your black rucksack with the school supplies your mother had bought you, and basically whatever came to mind, including your snack, and lunch money. You went to your bathroom, doing your usual morning routine, doing your hair and putting on a pair of studded earrings.

You looked at the necklace hung on your bathroom wall, before decidedly putting it on, thumbing the pendent remorsefully. The pendent was a small, blue gem, and was the only thing you had left of them from the accident. It was all your fault. You grabbed the pair of scissors from your room, the ones you kept for this occasion, to keep yourself from crying... from being haunted by the memory you often dread, that gives you pain. The angry, crimson lines across your skin, slowly making more, with the scissors used for your release, the release from pain. From sorrow. Your arms shook, trembling, but finally you felt okay, having stopped the memories from flooding. 

This was always how you did it. Alone. But that was how you preferred it, for now at least.

You cleansed the marks which bought you peace of mind, putting away the object which helped, washing it, and rolled down your sleeves, looking in the mirror, while pushing away any thoughts you had.  

[8:00 am]

It was time to leave. You grabbed your keys, putting the breakfast you made for your mother on the table before giving her a small kiss on the head, smiling softly, and then leaving, putting your shoes on and quickly starting the small car you owned, driving to school, with everything you needed in tow. Music blared through your speakers, as you drove, following the GPS, you pulled up to the school. 

To new beginnings...

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Hope you enjoyed. As an author and person, I do not condone violence or harm of any sort. If you need help, please get it, and talk to somebody if you need to. Thank you for reading the reboot, I hope you liked it. Hope your quality of life improves from here loves :)