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Lightbulb woke up and reached over to the nightstand by her bed.
11:34 am.
she slept past her alarms again, not surprising though, since she was up until 4 venting her sorrows away into a bottle of vodka. It tasted nasty, but it was the only thing she had without waking a sleepy paintbrush on the opposing side of the room.
She stumbled out of bed and into the bathroom. It was only a few feet away, but with how done she was with life, it felt like miles. Lightbulb looked in the mirror, and saw her reflection. Her nail beds were all messed up with chippy nail polish and bitten nails, her eyebags looked like she had black eyes and she smelt like a dumpster. Lightbulb grabbed her deodorant and applied it. She also grabbed a cotton candy perfume paintbrush had gotten for her birthday a couple of months ago! She was excited when she thought of their name, but then she remembered something..
Ah yes, what she had to do for them before she left her room today. Paintbrush was over demonstrating to Jack and teddy bear how to safely help others all day, so no one would be in the room. Lightbulb grabbed her sheet of paper and a pencil and began writing,
Dear my favorite painty,
i’m sorry i couldn’t be here for you any longer
take care of baxter for me and never lose those spirits <3
i love you very much
-lightbulb
This caused a few tears to prickle her eyes, but she quickly wiped them away, she couldn’t spend her last day crying, right?
right..?
She questioned herself until she felt a sharp sting coming from her wrist. “Oww! that stings!” lightbulb winced at the contact. One of her salty tears went into fresh cuts on her wrist. Nothing new to her at this point. Lightbulb grabbed her arm warmers, a hoodie and her keys before she left her room to head to the kitchen for a glass of water.
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“hey lightbulb!” a voice comes from behind her head, startling her in her tracks. She puts on her best smile and replies in her usual tone
“Heya fan-ster! how is that new uhh.. show going?”
“Oh that’s not important right now..” fan says with a small chuckle at the end. “I came up to you to ask what’s wrong?
“What do you mean? i’m fine!! nothings wrong!” lightbulb quickly replies with a wide grin on her face.
“I ask you that because you haven’t eaten in 4 days. something is up.”
Fan had cracked her act. She has to think of something quick to get herself out of this situation! Her mind is buffering until she finds the most stupid answer in her head.
“BAXTER IS TOO HUNGRY SO HE STEALS MY FOOD AND EATS IT!” Lightbulb says loud enough for fan to hear her loud and clear.
“Whatever you say lightbulb, i’m still keeping my eye on you..” fan says heasentintly.
Before things get any worse for lightbulb, she scurries out of there so she can avoid questions. Lightbulb heads up to her room so she can.. relapse again before she attempts tonight.
Before she does that, she rehearses her plan in her head. Sneak all the way to the roof and bang. jump off at 6pm. Lightbulb made sure the blue ray has worn off so it cannot protect her anymore.
She opens her nightstand drawer to find her razor blade she keeps stashed away in her drawer. Lightbulb lifts up her sweater sleeve and presses down hard. “Here we go, no turning back now.” She whispers under her breath. She slides the blade slowly against her arm as she winces in pain at first, but gets used to it eventually. One big cut and a few small cuts have now appeared on her forearm. Lightbulb quickly grabs band-aids from the bathroom cabinet to stop the bleeding, and to prevent infection, when all the sudden she hears a knock on the door.
She glances at the clock, it's 4:46 pm. Paintbrush isn’t done by now, so she is suspicious of who it is, but she answers it anyway. “Hello?” she answers with curiosity.
“Hello lightbulb!” suitcase greets her politely at her door. “Fan has informed the OSC that you have not been eating a lot recently! As the leader of safety and someone who cared about you, is everything ok?” suitcase asks with consideration in her voice.
“hii suitcaseee! I have been slightly snacking, but Baxter keeps taking my food!! he won’t let me have any!!” Lightbulb says with hope in her chest that she’ll be able to stick with the lie so she can seem less suspicious. She knows suitcase won’t buy it, but if the two stories line up, maybe it will make more since.
“That is what fan said, but I find that hard to believe. Also, why does it smell like vodka in here? have you been drinking recently?” suitcase looks stern now, like she knew it was a lie.
“Oh yea! that’s not me. That's trophy that he left in here after I ticked him off yesterday!” lightbulb speaks with inconsistent tone shifts in her voice to sound more truthful. She knew lying was bad but this is the only way out! she couldn’t tell anyone how she truly felt!
“Alright, you're off the hook for now, but I'm coming back to see you again soon.” Suit then closed the door and walked down the stairs. Lightbulb was a terrible liar, but it worked so well that suitcase didn’t need to see her leave and kill herself! That was a relief, that no one knew her plans, no one else cared about her and most importantly, no one had the burden of caring for her.
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The time on the clock read 5:50 pm next time lightbulb checked. Perfect. She had left the note addressed to paintbrush on their nightstand, as lightbulb turned off her phone and closed the door to their room, not bothering to lock it.
Lightbulb took the stairs up to the balcony, where she was met by no one. As she made it to the edge, she thought of all the people she would miss. Test tube and her silly inventions that always made her giggle. Fan who always enjoyed her company and someone who would get his theories. And finally, paintbrush. As soon as lightbulb thought of them, she started crying. All of that time on the bright lights together, raising baxter together, rooming together, doing everything together and even lightbulb falling for paintbrush with a crush. She never thought she would die with those feelings buried down deep inside her but here she is. The sunset is so pretty tonight, a nice final sight. She stood on the edge of the rooftop, almost taunting herself but stepping on and off the safety railing. As lightbulb climbed the railing, she stumbles a bit. Almost causing her to fall. Lightbulb admired the final sunset as she closed her eyes and loosened her grip on the handle bar.
…
silence,
lightbulb is almost going to let go when she hears…
“L-lightbulb..?” paintbrush said with a shaky and scared voice.