Normal// skephalo fanfic

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⚠️TW: self-hate, abuse, drunk, mention of alcohol, lack of self care⚠️

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I woke up on my bed to a bright light peeking out of the window and an annoying loud obnoxious sound coming from my alarm clock.

I turned to my side and slammed the alarm clock off. I opened my eyes squinting to adjust to the brightness of the room. I started to lift my head but put it straight back down on my pillow after pain shot up from my neck. I muttered a curse word while rubbing the back of my head still in pain.

I stared at the ceiling, my mind raced, my head hurt, and my whole body felt cold. I felt like this every day it was getting old. It's pushing me to the very edge. I wish I could stop it. I wish I could prevent it. I wish I could do something about it, but all I could do is endure it.

Every part of my body screamed. Screamed for care screamed for food. But I never took care of my needs. I put it off until the last minute. Until it hurt so bad I had to give in.

I turned my head to look at the clock. "Fuck" I muttered under my breath, I need to get up I told myself. I lifted myself up and out of the bed forcefully.

I walked over to the bathroom. My bedroom walls were dull compared to the bright blue color of my bathroom. I looked into what use to be a mirror, I covered the mirror a while ago. But just recently I uncovered it, and I think that was a huge mistake. I walked past it quickly.

I turned the nob splashing water on my face flinching at the coldness that hit in a matter of milliseconds. I reached for a towel feeling one I grabbed it wiping my face. I put the towel back on the rack to dry and walked out of the bathroom.

I went to my closet drawer opening it and taking out blue pair of slightly ripped jeans and a light baby blue hoodie. I slipped on the jeans and quickly put the hoodie on. I put the hoodie to my nose instantly remembering I haven't washed it for over a week, Whatever I thought.

I took my phone out remembering I left it in my hoodie pockets. I squeezed my eyes at the sudden brightness. 2 notifications came up, but as usual, it was just spam. I tossed my phone back into my pocket, Sighing heavily.

My stomach reminded me that it was time to eat. 'Jesus Christ I can't eat yet at least I can go a couple more hours. Ignoring my stomach I decided to head to the living room, I knew I had some mess to clean caused by my dad. It's was kind of a routine now.

Making sure not to wake my dad, I tiptoe making a left for the living room. Though our house was small it was enough to be comfortable in, I guess. I looked over at the couch where my dad was pasted out. By it, there were multiple beer bottles scattered around the table and by the lamp. I quietly went over there and collected the beer bottles off the furniture.

I heard them clink together when I dumped them in the metal garage can. I turned around and headed back for my bedroom, what felt to be my only safe spot.

As I got in my phone started to ring
I quickly stumbled for my phone almost tripping, not wanting to wake up my dad from the alarming loud sound. I clicked accept as fast I could without getting a chance to see who was calling me.

A voice answered that sounded quite familiar but I couldn't think straight I was quite tired and my stomach pain didn't go away much.

"Hey muffin how ya doing?" The excited voice rang through my phone speaker. I remembered the voice right away, how could I forget the voice? It's badboyhalo my best friend, I knew him for 2 years now. Since I was 16. He knew me since he was 17.

"I'm okay how are you?" I said smiling.

"You sound like your mic is either broken or your voice is muffled," he said crunching on something "Oh maybe my setting is messed up give me a minute bad" I switched to my setting and scrolled down knowing what to change. I saved the change and went back to the call.
"Is this better bad?" I said hopefully