Goodnight

This is gna slowly progress into an actual novel but so far I only have one chapter that I'm proud of so heheeee if u want to read it, go on!

This 'chapter' could be a standalone short story, but I will be writing more chapters, very very slowly as writer's block is so... ew. The real story is probably going to be slightlyyy different as this chapter is just all of my ideas condensed into a sad semblance of a short story.

Jasper knows that everyone hates him. He knows that he'll never earn his people's respect. He knows that he'll only be able to receive their fear. But he doesn't care anymore. Because he'll be dead.

Or so he hopes.

My friend told me that I should put a trigger warning so here it is, every possible trigger I can currently think of:

Depression, anxiety, PTSD, mentions of sexual abuse, abuse, mild anorexia, suicidal thoughts/attempted suicide, self harm, murder, lots of bloody stuff

Welp, poor Jas.

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A figure pushed open a door. "Who's that idiot ringing the-" He grumbled, then he froze.

I leaned calmly against the wall and watched in amusement as he shrieked and fell onto the ground.

"Who- Who are you? How- How did you get in?"

"Prince Jasper, pleased to meet you." I bent down and held out my hand.

Even though it was dark, I could feel his glare. "Go away, Jas."

"Is this how you greet a brother you haven't met in more than a decade?" I grabbed his hand and yanked him up. "Disappointing."

cover credits: https://www.pinterest.com/pin/747738344362914526/