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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Ashido stands in front of the door. She can't help but feel slightly nervous, as odd as it may sound. After a moment of hesitation, Ashido finally musters up the courage to knock on the door. Barely a few seconds pass before the front door is being unlocked and pulled open, revealing her classmate Eijirou still dressed in his suit, minus the blazer, and with his ear-length hair tied up in a minuscule ponytail.
‟Oh, hey.” He smiles, flashing her his collection of razor sharp pearl white teeth. ‟You arrived here fast.”
‟Yeah, I didn't have to wait too long for the bus and tram to arrive.” Ashido explains briefly, smiling to herself.
‟Come on in.” The unnatural redhead takes a step back and holds the door wide open for the pinkette to walk in. The latter comes in and thanks the boy as he closes and locks the door behind her.
‟Make yourself at home.” Kirishima motions to the living room with his opened hand. Ashido nods and takes small steps into the living room.
It's quite spacious despite the small exterior of the place. There's a dining table at the far left and a tv at the far right. There's a small two person couch placed in front of the tv. Right next to the couch is placed the familiar wheelchair and in it sits its owner, silently gazing at the turned off tv.
Ashido furrows her brows and Kirishima notices her confusion. He nervously chuckles and rubs the back of his neck. ‟Don't mind her. She's probably just asleep.”
With that said, the unnatural redhead walks away and disappears, leaving Ashido on her own... with his mother. She nervously glances left and right before taking small steps towards the couch.
She stops right behind it and leans forward as to discretely take a peek at Mrs. Kirishima. She jumps back and almost chokes on her own spit when she witnesses the middle aged woman sitting too straight for comfort and with her eyes wide open, staring holes into... whatever she's staring at.
‟I'll be making dinner soon.” Eijirou reappers with his everlasting smile. ‟Today, it's going to be lasagna...! Wait, you like lasagna, right?”
‟Huh? Oh. Yeah!” She nods her head vigorously. ‟Yeah, I do.”
‟Good.” He nods curtly. ‟If you wanna help me out, you're welcome to do so.”
‟Sure.” Ashido faintly smiles at him, fiddling with the grey blazer of her uniform. ‟I'll help you.”
‟Great.” He gives her two thumbs ups and then straightens his posture when he catches a glance off the clock hanging on tthe wall. ‟Oh shi- Uh, I'll be right back.”
