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It had been a week since Anne returned home, she had been dealing with nightmares, she never told anyone about them and each night would be the same. She would dream about Marcy… the way the sword would stab through her chest, she would fall to the ground, dying and Sasha would be behind her, telling her that it’s her fault, same nightmare.But today, instead of just crying and letting it out, she woke up, grabbed the blade she had hidden (for whenever she would need to use it) and started cutting
One. for Marcy dying on her watch
Two. for trusting sasha when she shouldn't have been so naive.
Three. for causing hop pop to lose his job
Four…. For… causing the plantars to be away from home
Five for not being strong enough
Six for being stupid
….
She cut, and cut, and cut…
It’s a miracle she didn’t die that time. But… she felt guilty, like she wasn’t supposed to be doing this.Whatever, it’ll be another secret that she will definitely be able to keep.
She had fallen asleep after putting bandages on and after cleaning the scenery, having slept for 12 hours yet… somehow she was still tired. Somehow, she can’t pinpoint the reason as to why she was so tired after all this, she shouldn’t even be tired, It’s not like she was the one being stabbed or anything,
Marcy
is like the only one who should even be affected by this sort of stuff… she didn’t have trauma or anything, she was just.. Dumb, naive. She deserved all her pain that had happened to her, like, there’s no other reason it would have happened to her.
Shit.
She didn’t remember to wear a sweater yet.
At least everyone was downstairs
“Anne Savisa Boonchuy!!!” her mother yelled, god can she just be quiet for a little? I mean, it’s not like she will but well, what’s Anne supposed to do? At this point all she can do it is listen and obey, it’s all she’s good for anyway. “Yea, mom?” Anne responded, whilst figuring out how to hide the bandages and everything. It was her first time self-harming and it wasn’t a good look on her anyway. She decided to pick out a blue sweater that had a cat on it. “Come downstairs for breakfast! Now!” ugh, could this day get any more annoying?-
Sprig had appeared out of nowhere “Hey Anne! How’s it going? How’d you sleep? Man your eye bags are worse-” she sighed at Sprig’s questions but still smiled at him “One; It’s going.. Okay. Two; I slept fine enough and.. three; you’re so blunt, Sprig.” they both giggled at Anne’s last part of the sentence.
At the table, Sprig had devoured his plate and put it by the sink, sitting down next to Anne and hop pop. “How was your sleep, Anne?” asked Hop pop, Anne didn’t know how to respond, she didn’t really sleep well but like.. She slept?..
“I slept.. Well enough HP.”
Hop pop frowned a little..
“How’d you sleep? Was it better than in wartwood? Anne said, before they could turn the topic to her.
“It was great! I slept like a log!” He sounded genuinely happy about the quality sleep he got.
Anne was doing a good job of lying to everyone. She never thought that anyone would notice her little white lies. Like her “I'm fine”’s and her “No, I’m ok”’s. But what she didn’t know was that Sprig had begun to notice each little detail, her saying she slept well yet there were eye bags, purple eye bags underneath her eyes, her face never looked like it used to, she always either looked upset, mad, or annoyed and irritated.
Soon enough, dinner time came and Anne was getting nervous, she had showered before heading to dinner and her cuts stung like hell, it felt like fire was on her cuts, the feeling reminded her of marcy.. Marcy… the flaming sword… her getting stabbed. It was Anne’s fault. Because if Anne was strong, maybe, if she was just a little bit strong then she would’ve grabbed marcy and gotten the hell out of there, Sasha would’ve helped too anyway. She came downstairs wearing a cat sweater with some leggings and some pink cat socks.
“What’s with the cats?” asked Polly
“Hm? Oh! I just love cats! Especially my precious baby domino!” replied Anne as domino walked by her.
“What’s for dinner tonight?” she asked
“Pad thai. Your father made it for you” said her mother as she served her plate
Y’know this would’ve been a fine dinner but, Anne had just been poking at her food for awhile.
“You alright, Anne?” asked Hopadiah, genuinely curious as to what was wrong
“Hm? Oh, nothing’s wrong, I’m just not hungry, I had a lot of boba earlier, that's all.” her mom sighed but let her be excused from the dinner table, when she went upstairs, she checked her drawer for the blade.
‘I guess it wouldn’t hurt to do it again?... No, not yet. Maybe another time, pull yourself together Anne.’ she thought to herself, trying not to think about anything. But the more she tried to stop thinking about it, the more she got reminded of it.
“Dammit..” she put the blade back into her secret drawer and sat on her bed, thinking about Sasha, and how she for some reason, fought alongside Anne… was she really a betrayer? Should she forgive Sash?... and what about marcy? Well, she did get Anne and Sasha stuck in Amphibia but.. She was just.. scared , why should she not be forgiven?.... The poor girl was stabbed by someone she thought she could trust. Andrias was deceiving her with lies and...well, Marcy just fell into his trap, Andrias is cruel but Marcy isn't and....This isn’t making sense anymore…. Whatever. She decided to lay down on her bed and looked at the ceiling and felt this weird weight on her chest, making it so that she was unable to get up, she kept looking at the ceiling, feeling woozy and, after about 5 minutes, she went to sleep peacefully…
Or did she?.