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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The car stops, nicely parked in a parking lot. The engine is turned off and the key is pulled out of the keyhole. The driver leans back in their seat and sighs, exhausted. The driver lets their eyes roll towards their partner, noticing their face of concern.
The driver doesn't need to speak up for the woman sitting next to him to speak up.
‟I'm tired of all this.”
She turns to the driver.
‟Honey, when will all this end?”
He eyes her unsurely and eventually pulls her into a hug. He caresses her scalp assuringly and gazes up at the baby blue sky.
‟Once we've questioned everyone, we will be resting in peace.”
‟All this, it's just...” His wife nuzzles closer to him. She cuts herself off, and closes her eyes as to relax in his embrace.
‟Stay strong.” He pats her back and gently pulls away. He steps out of the car and gets to the other side of it, opening the door for his wife. He extends his hand to her. ‟Let's go.”
Hesitating at first, the woman grabs his hand and stands up. She closes the door and he locks the car. Hand in hand, they make their way out of the parking lot and onto the sidewalk. They stop and watch as two cars simultaneously pull off in front of the building.
Looking at each other, they exchange a nod before crossing the street and making it to the court. The front doors open at the same moment and each parent step out of the car with a seemingly calculated timing.
Unconfident, the [Choose Hair Colour]ette droops her head in fear to meet the parents' gaze and pulls her husband with her up the stairs. She hurries her way up and into the court of law.
A bush of blonde locks pop out of the car and its owner look up at the building ahead of them in some sort of admiration. The building is large, huge even. Its size is almost fear inciting.
The woman's eyebrows knot into a frown and her jaw clenches. If someone had ever told her her son would bring her here... Honestly, she'd believe it, for something petty as burning down the house or a tree and not for... that.
The owner of the other car's door slams closed, catching her attention. She glances to the side and instantly locks eyes with an acquantance of hers, the mother of her son's childhood connaissance, Inko Midoriya.
The green haired woman averts her eyes and grimaces in shame. Confused, Mitsuki looks away with a sad frown.
Masaru drops his hand on her shoulder, making her snap her neck towards him. He flashes her an assuring smile, prodding her to copy the gesture. With his head, he motions to the flight of stairs awaiting them to go up and which their son is already walking halfway up. With a curt nod, she follows him up the stairs.
