Troubled by her mind she drowns every sorrow. The constant echo of yelling in the house never goes away, it's sufficating, like her lungs are closing in. Her minds constantly going in and out of each of her timelines, nothing holding her back, but it feels like the weight on her shoulders has grown to be catastrophic. Edging her on, seconds to minutes to hours to years. It's all just ClockWork... you'd smash it... but it's always still ticking. Never stops. The tick seams to get annoying with noting to take your mind off of it. No sound. He's constantly reminded of what happened every day... The stinging sensation of his hands hitting his skin, or the constant cries of his mother... He spends his life dedicating it to others. To make them happy. It's his only fuel to his fire. The only thing to make the tick stop. But years ago stepping outside to go to his third year in middle school, he encounters the girl next door. Her small body going unnoticed as he looks at the cigarette lit in her hand, flicking the cigarette ashes into a cup the sparks lighting up the pale blue sky. Debating whether or not to talk to the girl he notices her uniform, it's the same as his, he was surprised to say the leased, but now that he looked more into her features she was his age, mabey even a little younger! Finally noticing the small boy she waves her right hand (the one with the cig) at him, blowing out a puff of smoke. He waved back, a smile on his face, content of helping her too. ⚠trigger warning⚠ •Strong language •Substance abuse •Child Abuse •Metal Disorders •Body Dismorfia ⚠⚠⚠⚠⚠⚠ ••Grammar and spelling mistakes are made sometimes on purpose, but feel free to point them out so I can edit the ones that aren't. ••May be Lemon/Smut depending how I'm feeling. ••will be ships that I personally ship. •you might agree with things I put in here or not🤷♀️ feel free to either voice your opinion or keep👏it👏to👏yourself