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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It was still early in the morning when a suspicious sound awoke the unnatural redhead. He rubbed his eyes and growled annoyed for being woken up so early. He checked the time and growled even louder when he found out someone went out of their way to wake him up at half past five in the morning.
Reluctantly, he kicked the cover off his figure and sat by the edge of his bed. If he could, he'd go back to bed, but he couldn't ignore the annoying sound of... whatever that was. It kept him up and he wouldn't be able to sleep until he took care of it.
He stood up and wobbled his way to the window. He ripped the curtains aside and glared out the window.
It was dark outside. No shit, it was half past five in the morning.
The streets were empty and one figure stood tall in the darkness of the streets of his neighbourhood. He squinted his eyes at the person and after some time of oggling, he recognized the person.
Her pink curls moved in rythm with the gentle breeze of the night and her face was expressionless, a face she rarely made and that Kirishima had never seen despite the years spent in the same middle school. They didn't talk in middle school, but even then she was known to be an expressive person.
Even at Yuuei, she never let her face show no emotion. For some reason, her plain face sent a weird feeling through his entire body. Without as much as thinking about it, Kirishima opened his window and peeked his head out, his ungelled hair dancing like waves in the wind.
‟What are you doing here?” He roared, careful as to not wake up his parents and neighbors.
The pinkette took a step closer to the house and kept her head up to look straight at Kirishima, her expression not changing.
‟I want to talk.”
‟At half past five in the fucking morning?”
‟It's important.”
Kirishima scratched his head and clicked his tongue. He frowned and closed the window. He walked out of his bedroom, tip toed his way down the stairs and unlocked the front door without making any sound. Mina took a step closer and stood by the doorstep.
‟What do you want?”
‟Let me in, then I'll tell you.”
Kirishima frowns and looks at Mina that's seated next to him, her eyes fixated on Bakugou.
I can't believe she's convinced and dragged me all the way here...
She sure knows how to get to people.
He sighs and returns his attention to the troubled blonde sitting at the front.
