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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Okay...
The ebony haired female looks herself down and nervously tugs at the skirt of her dress. It already reaches right beneath the knees and she is wearing knee height socks, yet she can't help but nervously tug at the fabric.
I need to calm down.
A knock on her door makes her snap towards it.
‟Kyoka? It's me.” Mika's voice filters through the door. ‟Can I come in?”
‟I'm coming, Mom.” Kyoka answers, taking in a deep breath afterwards.
‟Don't take too much time.” Mika takes a step back, fixing her glasses. ‟We'll have to leave soon.”
Suddenly, two rooms farther, the door flies open and out storms a certain blonde, his long locks trailing behind him as he stands in front of the unfazed woman in a panting mess.
‟Which one?”
Without any hesitation, Mika points at the tie in his left hand.
‟This one.”
‟Huh.” Kyotoku eyes both ties and carelessly theows the tie in his right hand, then stomps back into the bedroom and disappears in its darkness.
Next from Mika comes a click. Whipping her head to the source of it, instead of looking at a plain bedroom door, her eyes lock onto the frame of her daughter Kyoka.
The girl turns her head to the direction of her parents' bedroom and heaves a sigh.
‟I thought he was already dressed long ago.”
‟You know how your father is.” Mika shrugs.
‟Sadly, yes.” Kyoka shakes her head and walks past her mother to go down the stairs. ‟I'm going to wait downstairs.”
Her mother simply nods and the adolescent heads down the stairs. She takes a turn into the kitchen and opens a cabinet to take a snack. She closes the cabinet and opens the package on her way into the living room. She takes a seat on the couch and munches on her snack. She leans her head back onto the back of the couch and looks ahead of herself, staring into the non-existence.
I wonder how Kaminari's hearing went.
Ever since Monday, the girl has neither seen or spoken to her dirty blonde classmate. She has got no fill in on how his hearing went and can't help but wonder. Did it go well? Did he get nervous? Was he able to answer all the questions the lawyer of the [Last Names] threw his way?
Honestly, she would've send him a message to ask. It'd be a good reference for her too.
Her hands palms the pocket in which rests her phone in hesitation and frowns. Nervosity is what is holding her back from going to the next step and honestly, she dislikes it quite heavily.
