are you a friend or a foe? ava has ever only known the inside of the confines of her hospital room, and she's never questioned that. curiosity only begins to stir within her when her sixteenth birthday rolls about and she starts to notice some things are amiss and not everybody is who they paint themselves out to be...
“i give a fuck. i give a lot of fucks, actually. i'm a prostitute of feelings.”
To Dylan: i just miss you. - A series of texts in which she experiences depression in the most vicarious way possible, and love is just the tune playing lowly in the background. - [Trigger Warnings for: Depression, Thoughts of Suicide, Self-Harm] [Dylan is a boy, and Anabelle is a girl, to clear things up]
things can't always be bottled up. [lowercase intended // may contain second person point of view // trigger warning]