SunnyyySunshine
artist: yukima_123 on Twitter/X
⚠️ Content Warning / Trigger Warning
This story contains themes that may be distressing to some readers, including:
Child abuse / domestic abuse
Self-harm and mental health struggles
Panic attacks and trauma
Homophobia and bullying
Emotional manipulation and recovery
Reader discretion is advised.
If you are struggling or need support, you are not alone - please reach out to someone you trust or contact a local helpline.
(For example: In the U.S., you can call or text 988 for the Suicide & Crisis Lifeline. If you're outside the U.S., visit findahelpline.com for international hotlines.)
Sneak peak:
The first bell always sounds like it's mocking me. Too bright, too loud, too alive.
Everyone in the hall is talking, laughing, bumping shoulders like their world isn't falling apart inside their own homes. Mine is.
I keep my head down, hoodie up, sketchbook tight against my chest. Pencil shavings line the edges of my backpack like some kind of armor. If I can just make it to art class without someone calling me "weirdo" or "vampire," it'll be a good day.
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