୭̥⋆*｡𝗣𝗟𝗔𝗧𝗢𝗡𝗜𝗖 𝗖𝗥𝗨𝗦𝗛
Basically a super angsty ff
Don't read this if ur looking for a book to gush over
I'm projecting.
dwt x fem oc
includes triggering content, tws in each chapter.
(old book)
I woke up at 8:00, and sat on my bed watching YouTube for the next three hours. When my phone notified me that it was at 20% for the third time, I closed the app, and got undressed for the shower. I twisted the shower handle and waited for it to warm up. I took off the bandaids while I was waiting and cringed at seeing the cuts, imagining how much it was gonna hurt to get in the shower. I stepped into the base of the tub, trying to ignore how much my arm stung.
After standing in the shower for awhile, I stepped out and looked at myself, naked. Tears threatened to fall as I felt my cheeks and neck heating up.
I got dressed slowly and walked to my kitchen to make a salad. The events of last night still had my head throbbing.
I held my head in my hands and squeezed my eyes shut. I didn't want to go to school tomorrow, but I knew that even one missed class in compsci could mean a failed test.
All of a sudden I was back in that bed. Boom. I quickly opened my eyes.
I took a shaky breath, swallowed, and walked over to my fridge. As my head continued to kill me, I made a quick salad and hesitantly started eating.
As I chewed, I realized that I had gotten a text from Clay.
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I left him on read.
I put the bowl and fork into the sink. I walked to my room and muted my phone that was currently blowing up. I didn't care enough to check.
Turning my tv on and switching it to Netflix, I put my phone down and sat on my bed.
Before I could choose a show, my vision went blurry with tears. I closed my eyes, allowing the tears to roll down my face, and breathed heavily.
Suddenly I needed to throw up. I got to the toilet and quickly stuck my index and middle finger down my throat. I did it again. And again.
I reached my hand behind the bowl and pulled to flush. As I heard the swooshing of the water, I slid onto the ground, my back on the toilet. I coughed and choked on the mucus from my throat and the heavy stream of salty drops that had been falling down my face. I struggled to breathe as the sound of my hitching sobs filled my small bathroom. My body went numb as I attempted to get up. It felt like I weighed like a bag of bricks. I clenched my hair and grinded my teeth, attempting to distract myself, but still, the breaths I took were getting shallower at each inhale as my brain buckled down.
I melted onto my cold tiled floor, unmoving, unfeeling.
