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's eight in the morning at the Shouji's residence. Small, barely audibly breaths is all there is to hear in the minor's bedroom, until his door is banged against the wall of his bedroom due to the impact of his uncle's kick. Shouji stirs awake and almost falls off his bed.
‟I-I'm awake...!”
‟No shit, you should already be dressed and having breakfast with me!” The man stomps inside, hands balled at his sides.
So loud...
He grips at his blanket and snatches it in one move, leaving the male bare, except for his boxers, of course.
‟Go take a shower.” He drops the blanket on the floor and crosses his arms as he turns away. ‟I want to see you downstairs in ten minutes.”
And with that, the middle aged man walks out of the bedroom and closes the door behind himself. Shouji blinks several times before sighing and groggily pulling himself up. He sits by the edge of his bed and waits for a few seconds before getting up. He opens his wardrobe to pull out his outfit of the day, which he carelessly throws on his bed, and his towel. With the latter in his hand, he drags his feet towards the bathroom.
He puts his towel in the sink and takes off his boxers. He puts it on the toilet and runs a hand through his grey locks. Midway, his hand gets stuck. He hisses as he forces his hand through the knots in his hair, and he eventually manages to pass through them. He rests his hand in his hair and catches his reflection in the old mirror hanging above the sink. He frowns, his oculusses staring deeply into their reflection. He fights back the urge to look at his entire face, because he knows that disgust will overcome him and god knows what he'd do then.
He rips his eyes off the mirror and hurries into the shower cabinet. He turns on the water, making sure the temperature doesn't get too hot. He dips his face under the lukewarm water and closes his eyes. The water runs down his naked body, barely warming it up. His hair flattens under the pressure of the water rushing out of the shower head and hums lowly to himself.
Remembering almost instantly that he's got no time to relax in the shower, he turns the water off and grabs the bottle of soap. It squirts out of its container and falls in a puddle in the palm of his hand. He puts the bottle back in its spot, rubs his hands together and applies the soap all over his body. His hands rub everywhere, making sure to not leave one spot without any soap on it.
He turns the water on again and lets it rinse the soap off him. He closes his eyes and rubs all over his body to help the water take the soap off him. Eventually, when there's no soap left on him, he turns the water off and extends his arm to grab his towel.
