escape
escape from reality
a slit on her wrist
soon followed by two or three
all covering both her arms and legs
until only a group filled with lies remains after she left.
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-trigger warning: suicide, self harm, bullying, harrassm...
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‟Yo, it's Katsuki, I mean Ticking Bomb. How're ya doing? Hope you're doing fine.”
There's a pause.
‟So, uh... It's shitty here. Like, really. People walk around the school corridors like zombies, lifeless corpses. It's like they're running on low battery everyday.”
‟Honestly, it's getting more irritating than depressing.”
‟But, I don't have much to say in this. I'm just... like all the others, after all. I'm also... running on low battery, like all my energy's been sucked out of me forever.”
‟But, uh, there's still some good to it. I'm not blasting people like I used to anymore. I keep calm.”
‟Pretty big progress, don't you think? I'm quite proud of myself.”
He chuckles softly. He ends them with a weak sigh.
‟I guess the fact that no one's got the energy to piss me off helps a bit too. Though, I don't have the energy to hit them into a fucking pulp anyway. Except if it's Deku.”
‟Speaking of him, he doesn't talk to me anymore. Not that we talked much before, but he's not doing any more efforts to approach me. If anything, he's avoiding me at all costs.”
There's some shuffling audible. The sound of paper being grasped. He sticks the phone between his ear and shoulder to get a better hold of the large paper he's holding onto. He flips through the fragile pages of an dirty brown colour carefully and stops at one specific page. His eyes instantly land upon the title written in bold letters on top, going on both connected pages and right above a picture of a familiar face.
‟Well, pretty much everyone is avoiding me- no. Everyone seems to be avoiding everyone.”
‟I mean, there are excpetions. Of course, stupid Deku always sticks around with Round face and Four eyes. Then there's Half-half bastard and Vice class rep that hang out together at and out of school.”
‟I don't know about the rest, though, but one thing I know is that Weird hair has separated himself from the others. I rarely see him hang out with Plain face and Dumbass number 3 or even Deadly eyelashes from the other class.”
‟I, myself, am alone. Always was, always will be. Well, I mean, until you came.”
‟But that's the past now.”
He snifs and sighs.
‟Bruh, I need damn tissues.”
Again, there's some shuffling, followed by the sound of Katsuki blowing his nose.
