(Hint: the amount of question marks are how many letters are in the person's name)
???????'s POV
I don't know if my mom understands that my damn alarm clock is hell's gift! It slaps me!!! LEGIT SLAPS ME!!! So I have to throw it to the wall and make sure it's off so I don't have to deal with it. And yes, if I go back to sleep, it will teleport to me and slap me. It really is a hell's gift.
[New message]
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Birth Giver 😔: ???????, you have work!! ✨️👏💗
Truamatized Soul 👹 (me): I know, but please get your alarm clock away from me 😭
Birth Giver 😔: You must learn not to sleep in. That was the worst thing throughout your childhood.
Truamatized Soul 👹 (me): The only thing that was the worst was my anxiety disorder.
Birth Giver 😔: Don't talk back to your mother!
[Muted phone]
I don't get time for her shit. She doesn't know how bad my anxiety disorder can get.
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Bipolar Disordered Bestie😫: TRUAMATIZED SOUL WHERE ARE YOU??
Truamatized Soul 👹 (me): I just got up.
Bipolar Disordered Bestie😫: Oh. Sorry.
Truamatized Soul 👹 (me): NAUR DON'T CRY IT'S OKAY CHILD.
Bipolar Disordered Bestie😫: WHYYYY
Truamatized Soul 👹 (me): BC.
Bipolar Disordered Bestie😫: Alr fine.
Btw when do you wake up?
Truamatized Soul 👹 (me): At like 3 A.M.
Bipolar Disordered Bestie😫: I-...
Fair enough.
Anyways, my mom's calling me
Great, who am I gonna talk to? I ain't talking with anyone else. (I can talk with myself)
I'm in the car listening to this depressed radio station. I don't know how this got the bills, but I'm intrigued to know. Also intrigued NOT to know!
[Incoming call] I-... NO.
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Birth Giver 😔
I will... whatever.
"Hi, child." She said.
"Hi..." I answered back.
"We need to talk." Great, is this about the damn internet?
"About what exactly?"
"Your medicine,"
I remain silent, I don't wanna talk about it! Why? Oh, because I nearly died.
"You aren't taking it, you need to take it, ???????." She continues.
"It makes me light-headed! How am I supposed to take it if I nearly faint or die because of it?!" I said.
"I don't care. You must take it!"
I rolled my eyes. I didn't care. I'd rather die than take the medication.
I arrived at the building, and it looks like Cain spent all his money on the building... again. ?????? walked beside me. She seemed like she bawled her eyes out last night. I didn't ask, though.
"Did ??? send you a note?" She asked me.
"No, of course not. They hate my damn guts!" I replied.
She nods, "She should've."
Oh... 💀
Then I see the note on my desk; 𝙷𝚒, ????????. 𝚈𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚝 𝚋𝚘𝚜𝚜 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗! 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚛𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚝? - ??? & ??????
Well damn. I have to try the game I pitched...
𝙉𝘼𝙐𝙍. - 𝙄𝙨𝙖𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙖 I wrote back.
𝙳𝚊𝚠𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘. - ???
𝙅𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙗𝙚𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙄 𝙢𝙖𝙙𝙚 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝘼𝙢𝙖𝙯𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝘿𝙞𝙜𝙞𝙩𝙖𝙡 𝘾𝙞𝙧𝙘𝙪𝙨 𝙙𝙤𝙚𝙨𝙣'𝙩 𝙢𝙚𝙖𝙣 𝙄'𝙢 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙮 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙞𝙩 𝙤𝙪𝙩. - 𝙄𝙨𝙖𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙖
Ah, yes... fucking truama. FREE TRUAMA.
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