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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Wiping at his sweaty forehead, the blonde male finally walks out of the court room, closely followed by his parents. He pants weakly, breathing unregularly due to the stress lingering in his chest and body.
During the entire interrogation, Ojirou constantly played with his tie by pulling it down nervously, he stuttered and was a sweaty mess. He isn't sure if the tie business had anything to do with the stress, but he knew he was uncomfortable and he showed it clearly to all the court attendants.
Maybe I came off as suspicious to them... Actually, that'd be no wonder.
‟Ojirou.”
A sweet, loving, feminine voice calls out to him. Turning around, he meets none but his parents' gentle smiles.
Honestly, that is the least he wishes to see. His parents, he doesn't feel capable to face them properly. Even though the trial went well, a feeling of guilt still lingers inside him, as if he had lied in front of the entire court.
Well, he didn't tell the entire truth, so it could be considered as lying too?
‟It's all done now. You can relax.”
‟What about we go out for dinner for once, hmm?” His father suggests, looking at his two close relatives. ‟We could go for burgers, for once.”
‟Oh, yes.” His mother turns to him. ‟I recall you like those, Ojirou?”
Ojirou's face is passive, void of emotion and energy. He silently stares at his parents, naturally smiling as if all is fine while the guilt silently gnaws at him inside.
Going out? He doesn't feel down for it, especially not with his parents.
He frowns.
Worried by her son's silence, his mother calls out to him.
‟Is something wrong, Ojirou?”
Ojirou wants to shake his head but eventually doesn't. He simply turns around, giving his back to his parents, and takes small steps forward as to leave the sickening court as soon as possible.
‟... Let's just go home.”
He goes on towards the exit on a slightly slowed pace as to not come as rude to his parents for leaving carelessly. With his hands dipped in the pockets of his pants, he keeps his eyes glued to the exit door, not paying his surroundings any mind.
All he wants is to leave this place that's making him sick to the stomach. He wishes to rest.
He places his hand on the door and pushes it open. He takes a look over his shoulder to check on his parents that fortunately have catched up to him without any protest, which is actually a miracle.
