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Anayathesilly
Summary:
Random KS fic ideas I had that I decided to write here, I will take requests! Made by author 2
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Spoilers for season 6 or 7 I forgot which one just don’t read this chapter if you’re still early on in the show and don’t want spoilers
Chapter 1: If shawna didn’t get turned in
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When Shawna and Percy were standing in front of Kevin, he wasn’t sure if he should throw the rock at his dad and go with Shawna or avoid the situation. 10K would be sweet if they turned her in. He decided that he was too weak to ever kill his dad, but he would throw the rock at him and help her get away, since she was the first girl he truly liked, someone like him. So he did. “What the hell boy, are you serious?” Kevin pointed out a spot Shawna could go and then he ran as far as he could from his father as to not get the repercussions. “We gotta find her! You just gonna throw away a chance at 10 grand?” Kevin turned back and thought for a moment, before deciding to keep running. When he got home, he was left waiting to know if Shawna was found out or not. If she was, Percy would get a bunch of money that he’d probably spend on booze and smokes, or gambling it all away, because he was stupid.
The next day Kevin was in his room drinking cough syrup when he remembered that Shawna could still be hiding around. He wanted to meet up with her and make a plan to get away. Or help her get away, whichever would be most convenient for him. He grabbed the murder guide and followed the path again, trying to not draw attention to himself. When he arrived, he found Shawna in the place he told her to hide. He was glad that worked out. “Hi, Kevin. Thanks for helping me out yesterday. Why are you here again?” Kevin said that he wanted to make sure she got away before his dad found out. He heard his dad was going to turn her in once he got off his lazy fat ass. “Oh, great. Well, I was going to hide here until things died down, but I don’t have time for that, so what do you suggest we do, Kevin?” Kevin didn’t think this far. Hm. He then decided that he could steal a car for her and she should probably change her appearance a bit. He usually wouldn’t do this much for someone but he wanted Shawna to like him.
She nodded and thought it was a great idea. She cut her hair to be less recognizable. “Alright, now, let’s get the car!” When Kevin was able to get one, he let her hop in the drivers seat and get away. “Thanks a lot!” Shawna said, before driving away. Kevin smiled. The next time he saw her, he wanted to ask her about getting away together and getting married. But that was too much for now, he wasn’t prepared, so he would save that for another time.
Yes I’m a filthy shawnakev shipper 😳 next is one sided sociohack cuz that’s another ship I like
This won’t only be ships tho like just other ideas I have…and I will try to do your requests if u put them below
Chapter 2: Timmy and Kevin hang out
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But Timmy has a crush on Kevin
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It was Friday. Timmy was sitting at school bored thinking about his plans for the weekend, when he realized he had none. Then he remembered that Spencer kid, he wanted to hang out with a real friend, and he really liked him anyway, because he found him cool for doing what he wish he could. He decided he’d ask him to hang out after that period ended, maybe meeting him in the hallway? Kevin had actually showed up today, although he barely went to class, he went there for the lunch and because he was bored. Timmy was a little afraid to skip class, but he didn’t care about getting in trouble now, so he walked up to Kevin, who surely enough, was standing against the wall near a door smoking.
“Hey, Spencer! Been a while, huh?” Kevin looked up. Timmy? That whiny loser? What did he want now? Timmy was nervous, mainly from the rush of breaking school rules, but also from just seeing Kevin. Wait, just to see Kevin? He looked like a fruit thinking that! Well, no time to just sit around, Kevin would get impatient, and he wasn’t risking assault. “I was wondering if you wanted to hang out after school? Since I have a free weekend…” God, he definitely looked like a fruit now, and Kevin was probably picking up on it too. Sounded like he was asking him on a date! No, it’s just a friend hangout, what is he thinking… Kevin raised an eyebrow. Kevin said, me? Are you sure you got the right guy? Timmy nodded. “Y-yeah—just like, maybe at my house or something? I-I have liquor.” Kevin liked the sound of that. He gave him a thumbs up and then flipped him off. That was enough talking for that day, Kevin wanted to be alone now. Timmy was glad he’d agreed to it though.
He was so excited, just waiting. The rest of the day he was just thinking about getting drunk with Kevin (he wanted an excuse to see Kevin and an excuse to drink, because drinking alone would certainly make him even more of a loser than he already was). And when he got home, and Kevin arrived, he was feeling so nervous, but he would wash it down with alcohol anyway. “Hey, Spencer! Glad you showed up.” Kevin nodded. Timmy was being wayy too enthusiastic for his taste, but he liked having a friend, so he didn’t say anything, as to not ruin his chance at friendship and free liquor. “I have some snacks if you want some, and bottles in my room. Just come up whenever you want.” Kevin gave him a thumbs up and walked to Timmy’s room. He sat down on Timmy’s bed and Timmy just stared at him. Kevin was thinking, wow this dude is nervous, and wow his house is nice. Wonder how he’s not a rich prick? I mean, he’s rich, but not too much of a prick. Timmy grabbed some snacks and a bottle and took a sip before handing it to Kevin, who took some more.
After a few minutes they were getting bored without anything to do. So Timmy tried to strike up a conversation. “So, ummm, what’ve you been doing lately?” Kevin said he had been at home doing as usual most days, sometimes going out and shoplifting, but this was becoming boring so he went to school. Timmy nodded. “Yeah. That’s cool.” Then he muttered, “wow, shoplifting? This kid is crazy, how can I like him..” Kevin looked up, he heard that. What do you mean, like me? Kevin asked. Timmy’s face turned red. Shit! “Um, like. As a friend, obviously.” Kevin was unconvinced. Well that was weird. Kevin thought. After some more chatting he went home feeling pretty good and buzzed, and thinking, that Mcnaughton kid is certainly a fruit. Oh well, that was fun.
Chapter 3: Kevin gets rid of Allen and gets a job
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We’re back! Randomly had this idea so basically the titles are summaries.
(Capitalist propaganda)
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When Kevin turned 18, and his parents finally wanted to get rid of his bum ass(wow they are hypocrites), Kevin started looting whatever he could out of the house and put it in a bag to make sure he was well off enough on the street. So his parents told him to go find his own place and he took his bag with him. Allen appeared next to him as usual and told him that having an imaginary friend as an adult is just pathetic now. Kevin was gonna just flip him off but he realized Allen was probably right. So he dematerialized (is that a word?) him and took a deep breath before walking, then coughing because he was a chain smoker. He got to thinking. What am I gonna do? Maybe I really am a lost cause, walking aimlessly on the street instead of at a job. But jobs are for assholes. When he kept thinking, he realized it was a little quieter now in his head, but still a lot of overlapping things like profanities and really bad ideas. Maybe even before he knew Allen that one day at school, he’d always been in his head, he’s just a manifestation of his dumb thoughts. And he realized that sounds like when people say dead people are always in their hearts or something, like the same sentiment or whatever. He then sat down and had a smoke and laughed a little bit at how he probably hit rock bottom now. So he took a swig of cough syrup to take the edge off and forget about everything. He’d end up drinking too much and ending up someplace he didn’t remember going to. And he thought, I really am like my dad now. I can’t be. He hated his dad more than he hated being a functional person in society so it was time for a job. He got denied at most jobs for his criminal record but finally got one at a convenience store and he got really bored. He decided this has some advantages though and stole smokes when no one was looking and the store had barely any cameras. When he occasionally got a customer he would just let them pay for their stuff and then clean the store when night rolled around. After his first week he got a few bucks and realized, maybe a job isn’t so bad even though he hated actually working. Maybe, he was just like the assholes he hated, but not his dad and not broke anymore. No longer rock bottom. And that put a smile on his face.
Chapter 4: Kevin kills his parents
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Crazy idea I know it just popped into my head idk.
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Those bastards were at home doing nothing again. It was 6:47 PM. They stole Kevin’s booze while he was gone and drank it. Kevin was sick of these people running his life. He knew he depended on this house too. He was useless on his own and honestly useless wherever he went. That sickening twisting feeling came back to his stomach and he was going to push it down with some booze and smokes. Oh right, they were gone, because his parents took it all because they don’t have jobs. God fucking dammit. His thoughts were spiraling. What the hell would he do sober? Kevin went to his room and thought of Allen. Allen didn’t want to talk to him because he was sober. Kevin grabbed a lighter from his desk and burned a piece of paper to see if that made him feel anything. Burning shit was a last resort to satisfy boredom while sober. It looked cool but since it didn’t burn the house it really didn’t give him anything. He suddenly got an idea. His parents were the whole reason he had to be sober and the whole reason he was this way. The whole reason he was a useless sociopath. That night he was going to kill them! But he thought, he was probably in an insane state right now. He didn’t know how long it would last. So before he decided on it, he waited a week and see if he thought the same.
That week wouldn’t come fast enough. He waited a solid 2 hours before getting sick of it. He wanted to get some kind of high. It was now 8:49 PM. Surely his parents would be asleep, or at least passed out with the amount of alcohol they stole and drank. He thought about what he would use to execute his plan. He wanted to see them bleed. Stabbing it is. He went upstairs to their room and they were passed out on their bed. Kevin went back downstairs and grabbed the knife now. He had to be very quiet. When he went back to their room, he checked again and then closed his eyes, then lowering the knife. What was he doing? They’d prove those people right, saying being a sociopath makes you a murderer. His mind and heart were racing. It was now or never. He decided to just get it over with. Shawna did it too, surely it’s not that bad. His parents are worse. After coming up with enough justifications he stabbed them as quick as he could. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 times. 3 times each. The adrenaline was pumping through his body. What the hell had he done? He can’t go back now. He didn’t feel guilty as much as disgusted. He washed the knife in the sink and then took a shower before going to bed. This gave him more of a high than cough syrup ever did. But he ultimately decided to never do this again, because getting caught would be bad.
Someone eventually had to come investigate when they hadn’t seen the Spencer family out and doing stupid crimes lately. When they found their bodies Kevin was arrested and charged with murder. Of course Allen had to come now. “You really screwed up this time, boy”
This was his life now. Would he rather be in jail or home? He had to get his cigarettes snuck to him every now and then now! So stupid. But he would’ve ended up here if he killed his parents or not, because he was a criminal anyways. So in his cell, he breathed in, took a hit of his cigarette, and closed his eyes. “Oh well”
Chapter 5: Timmy mcnaughton kills himself
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Read the title. A bit of a joke chapter based on an inside joke me and my friend Kyle and my sister had
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Timmy came home one night to his parents arguing about some dumb things, probably his father talking about his disappointment in his family, specifically his son. He was so tired of it, in his eyes, his parents were annoying. He went up to his room and went on his computer and typed up some corny emo shit and sat in his bed. He’d thought about this for months. So he looked around his house for a rope and luckily found one in his big ass garage because Yknow he’s rich he’s probably gonna have a big garage or something. Well probably unluckily, it’d be better if he hadn’t, I’m not condoning suicide or whatever. So then he went to his room again and pulled back his chair from his desk. He tied a noose after searching up a tutorial and then said “I guess this is it, fuck you mom and dad!!!” And then he kicked the chair. The next morning his parents walked in to wake him up and saw him dead. “Oh well,” they closed the door and let the body rot cuz they were gonna go about their rich life and like have parties and shit idk but his mom was kinda sad. When kevin realized he was like damn that sucks anyway. Cuz he thought Timmy was a loser. Btw this isn’t Timmy hate. Thats it idk what to put for this tbh I just thought it’d be funny
Chapter 6: For the sociohack fans
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Crack
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Timmy was sitting next to Kevin outside near the school after school. “Hey spencerr” Timmy said. “Bitch are you drunk” kevin replied. Timmy leaned over to kiss him then kevin punched him “damn”
Yes this expressing my dislike for sociohack
The 1st owner writes a whole fic on sociohack that gets super popular and then the other owner makes a hate chapter. Funny.
Chapter 7: If kevin spencer was a girl
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I’m really running out of ideas, aren’t I
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Kelly woke up at her asshole parent's house again. Dammit, she was hoping to wake up anywhere else…unless it was a garbage can again. That’d be pathetic. She grabbed some food sitting in the back of the fridge hoping it wasn’t moldy to get more awake. She then grabbed a beer and took a big swig of it. “Oh look the girl’s drinkin beer again, I’m startin to think with her not liking any guys and being so masculine she’s a lesbian” Percy said from the living room. She wanted to tell him to fuck off, because she was just trying to forget she was in this goddamn house, and she didn’t like any guys because they were all assholes, as for everyone. Kelly thought that maybe her dad didn’t like lesbians because of Anastasia’s affairs with Vivica. Anastasia was probably at some man’s house from banging the whole neighborhood though. She went up to her room and got some of her stolen smokes and well, smoked em. She thought “fuck this I’m gonna go out and do somethin today.” So she did, she found some squirrels in the backyard and hit em. She’d take them to her room and dissect them ‘cause she was a little freak. Suddenly the front door opened and Anastasia came back home. “Oh look fattys back” percy remarked. “im just tryna get back home, would ya give me a break?” Anastasia said before walking upstairs to her room. Kelly didn’t wanna hear it so she decided she now would go to the store and steal a CD and CD player. (I think people suspect teenage girls as shoplifters so she had to more careful than a canon kevin I suppose). She eventually successfully did it and listened to some music when she got back home.
Chapter 8: If kevin had to write
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Mr franklin thought it’d be a good idea for kevin to write his ideas to get to know his mind better
Kinda inspired by continuous reinforcement (I think that’s what it’s called?)
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“I think it’d be a good idea for you to write so I can get to know how your mind works.”
Kevin was reminded of those words when he had his journal in his hands trying to think of what to write. He couldn’t spell very well but he could definitely formulate thoughts.
“SUNDAY
I WAS PRETY BORD TODAY
I GOT PETE TO FIGHT SOME INMATES AND STEAL SOME SMOKES
OR ID SEND HIM TO HELL
I LAUGHED BUT THEN I DIDINT DO THAT MUCH AFTER
I DONT NO WHAT TO EVER DO NOW”
“Interesting.” Mr franklin said reading over the entry. “What did you mean by that last line?” Kevin looked up, he was not paying attention for most of the session. “Also, you probably shouldn’t put the parts of Pete stealing for you.” Kevin thought, it doesn’t matter since I’m in here for 25 to life anyways. He told Mr franklin that he was just bored and that was that meant. “Do you think that maybe it represents these impulsive actions you do, that just end in a cycle going back to how it was before?” Kevin was like, what the hell does he mean by that? He told him what he said is what it meant.
Although he was probably right. That’s the life of a sociopath; looking for the next thing to distract you from the constant boredom.
Chapter 9: KEVIN kills himself
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If Timmy does so does he 🥹🙏 wait that sounds kinda romantic hold on
Another unserious one because I can’t write anything that isn’t unserious or angst
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Because of his shit life Kevin wrote “percy and Anastasia’s fault” on a piece of paper, although crudely due to his poor education, and grabbed a knife and stabbed himself in his room. That was the end of that.
If there was ever an afterlife, and he saw Timmy right there, he would be like, “Damn. This really is proof of this shitty world. All the teens just kill themselves these days. I am no better. I wonder if they have smokes here. Hahaha.”
But, the afterlife didn’t exist, and he just died forever.
Maybe he could be reincarnated into a better family…how sweet that would be.
Chapter 10
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Thanks for reading all of ya but I’m uncreative and working on a whole lotta other things recently so I probably won’t write any more of this unless I get suggestions. :-/
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Anayathesilly
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Maya tries to turn her life around.
Chapter 1
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I got up from bed, although I barely got much sleep. Some is good enough for now. I just had to get through the school day. Mymy had the last waffle so I skipped breakfast today. I knew I’d regret it later if I had cereal, so yeah, no breakfast for me today.
I didn’t feel like talking to Coco. Although she’s nice, I didn’t want to deal with my “jealousy”, as Mymy says. She doesn’t know what it’s like to have your attention stolen by little miss perfect. I was pathetic next to her.
Oh, well. Off to school.
I kept to myself as usual, sitting near the back of class made it easy to do so. I had to make sure to pay attention this time as I didn’t want to have a repeat of history presentation day…
Suddenly one of Coco’s friends, Zoey, walked over to me during lunch. I assumed it was because of pity for me. Surprisingly, she wanted to talk. Did Coco send her over here? That’d be a likely explanation. (Maybe also a good excuse to be caught talking to me.)
“Hello. I was wondering if you wanted to uh, sit with Coco and Cleo and Yfke and I. We just…” As her eyes met my gaze, I looked away. I didn’t believe she was being serious. “Y-you just what? Did..Coco send you over here? This is a dumb j-joke.” I immediately shut my mouth after realizing what I had said….Zoey’s expression became more of a frown and she turned away. I ruined my chances at friendship. Well, that’s expected. I just have to continue on. Maybe I should start trying more as Coco tries to get me to do. Sometimes the advice can stick though. Like she said, continue on. Like this time I didn’t throw away my lunch.
Well after the encounter at lunch, I was oddly more hopeful, maybe that people wanted to talk to me. I walked through the hallway with a bit of a smile even with a bit of regret. I passed Coco on my way to the dismissal area and she seemed to be a little happier. Maybe that her strategy had worked….seeing me happy. It was strange to me and apparently it was for her too. Not like I was doing much better anyway. Just a bit of hope that was now dying the more I overthink.
When I got home I listened to some music. It drowned out my thoughts, so I liked to do that often. I got bored after some time and I set my phone down. I turned my computer on. Should I be doing this? No, I shouldn’t. I heard Mymy’s footsteps outside the door, and judging by the time, dinner was probably ready. I shut my computer down and washed my hands before sitting at the dinner table. My parents were asking about our day, and I decided not to talk about it. They knew how pathetic my answer would be if I was honest. Staying quiet is better than knowing the judgement I’ll face. Of course Mymy hung out with her friends and did whatever she does during the day, maybe math work and such. Coco had to stay after school for sports. Her team always wins. I kind of admire her athletic ability. I could never.
I was thinking of maybe being more productive after dinner this time. Maybe drawing, at least. I grabbed a piece of paper and drew a cat. It looked stupid. I didn’t like trying anymore. I contemplated relapsing again and reaching for something. A blade? My computer? No. I couldn’t let myself go again. But the urge is overwhelming. I drowned out the thoughts with music again. It doesn’t take everything away but it works good enough. Cutting myself would be stupid anyway, it just hurts, even if I feel I deserve it.
I finally got up and took a shower. If I wanted to take steps towards being better, I should at least be hygienic…seeing myself completely was hard—it was hard to accept my below average appearance. I took a long shower. Thinking took up most the time. So many things raced through my head. What’s the point? What shall I do after high school? How do I make friends? Is it my fault? It has to be my fault—shoot! Fucking Mymy banging on the door! I need to brush my teeth! shut up and let me..gosh. I need to shut up. I dried off and brushed my teeth. They were gross too. At least I felt a little better being clean. Mymy rushed at the door after I opened it. I felt bad now. It was late. Now so late I thought of stuff again. Every night’s this way up until I can force myself to close my eyes and shut the fuck up. I did eventually.
That night I woke up again..I wasn’t sure why. I grabbed a drink of water. I took a sip and walked over to my door. I was thinking of getting a snack…but that would be stupid of me…I shook off my uncertainty and tip toed to the cabinet. I grabbed some chips and ran back to my room while still trying to be quiet. Then a familiar voice rang..”Maya?” Shit! I hid the bag under my bed and pretended to be asleep…hopefully it was not my parents. “Maya, it’s Coco.” I sighed a sigh of relief, then quickly realized Coco could snitch on me! “Uh, hah..Coco, are you going to tell anyone about this?” Coco cracked my door open and walked inside. “I didn’t mean to alarm you. I was worried about you being up at this hour.” I felt embarrassed now. “I was just getting a midnight snack..as one does…” God, why was I so awkward?! As one does!? What was I doing?! “I understand…I’ll leave you alone now. Goodnight.” She walked back to her room and I looked back at my bed. Should I eat it? I would throw it up later…but I was hungry now, I had barely eaten today. I binged again. Fuck.
I slid it back under the bed, as to not risk anyone else finding me awake now. I hugged my blobfish plush and wanted to cry. I always do this.
I really thought it’d be better but it always ends up a cycle. From tonight I have to try. I have to! I can’t live like this any longer. It’d be stupid to do so. I shut all my devices down and tried not to think about doing anything else tonight. I closed my eyes and hoped I would wake up right on time.
7 AM, my alarm blared at me. I hesitantly got up from my room and sat at the kitchen table again. While my sisters chatted, I grabbed some cereal. Some nutrition is better than none, after how I’ve been eating. I ended up staring at the bowl daydreaming until I heard Mymy. “Maya, eat your breakfast! We’re gonna be late if you don’t eat soon.” I rushed to finish eating and then brushed my teeth and got dressed. I grabbed my backpack and hoped for the best today. I should talk to Zoey again. Maybe she could forgive me..and I’d have someone other than Epke and Anke. Yes! Oh, I’m being too optimistic all too soon…
On my way to school I had an idea…maybe I could talk to Zoey again. I went through my first few classes pretty bored, and around lunch, I then remembered my idea from earlier. This was my chance. Gosh, being this excited over a possible friendship was pathetic. But I’m already well aware. I got one of those gross cheeseburgers they sell…I wasn’t sure if I should eat it. The meat was greyish green and the cheese was partially melted. This time I ended up throwing away my lunch, but not before I stood up trembling to walk over to Coco’s table. “H-hey, could I..sit with you?” Coco nodded, Cleo didn’t do anything, Yfke looked high out of her mind so I didn’t think she cared, and Zoey was silent for a few seconds. It looked like she was thinking. She then finally nodded. I smiled and sat down. “You really don’t care what I s-said yesterday?” Zoey looked conflicted but then replied, “It’s alright. I understand.” I’m already on the path to who I want to be, there’s no way this is so quick, this has to be a dream right!? But it wasn’t. I had some conversations about school and sports and shows and such, and I’d never felt so…included. For once I wasn’t angry at Coco. Although I was left hungry, I was happy. That’s all that mattered that day.
After lunch I went to my next class and listened to music while writing some notes. I felt motivated.
Sure this could be temporary, but all I cared about was that it was happening.
I won’t give up! That’s strange hearing myself say, or even write..
Maya continues her day.
As for what I listened to creating this chapter, it was Seven and Parade (both by Tyler, The Creator) and some other stuff I don’t feel like writing down here.
Not that anyone’s asking.
Warning this chapter might get a little weird.
After I got home, being alone with my own thoughts of course got me to lose most the motivation, but I did try drawing again and I actually liked the output. It’s nice. I ate dinner and chatted about my day. I was beginning to feel like a normal teenager. I then relaxed in my room up until I got ready for bed. I brushed my teeth twice, two days in a row. Hopefully I can keep that routine. I brushed my hair out and I felt..pretty. Looking in the mirror too long I noticed the flaws, but I brushed it off. It was almost too perfect and I was almost tempted to ruin it. I couldn’t. It’s just hard to get better when the depression gets comforting. I’m rambling now..
Well when it got late again, I just laid in bed and closed my eyes. But I couldn’t sleep. Now that it was late I was having thoughts again. I scratched my arm as to get it off my mind. Think about the pain on your arm..not..that…it’s like a contrast of
Maya, just get it over with, your day has been good enough, it’s ok to do this once in a while. Maybe if you do this it’ll go away. Just do it now so you won’t feel guilty and you can keep doing it. You dumb bitch.
Maya, you can’t ruin it now. You’ve gone 2 nights without harming yourself, 2 nights without..you know..well..keep the streak up Maya. Don’t make 2 unlucky for you.
I shook away the thoughts and tried something for a minute…maybe the feeling for a bit will be enough…
I immediately felt even worse and ran to the bathroom to clean it up. I wanted to punch myself in the face. Oh, it was past midnight, which means I at least went the day without bad things…
One day being fine. That’s good enough, right?
That next morning was quiet. I had gotten ready fast because I didn’t have any conversations. I looked out the window of the car. It was pretty outside. It was, thank God, not hot outside anymore, and I felt that cold breeze stepping out the car, admiring the autumn leaves that had fallen. When I went to class, I was contemplating moving next to Zoey, but she was already sitting next to Cleo. Yeah, I remembered. I was not a first choice. I looked at the other side of the classroom. How was this so easy for everyone else? I spiraled thinking how I’m going to pass this class…did we have a test soon?! Please, don’t be a test soon…I let myself breathe for a moment, there was no test. I just had to calm down and focus.
When I got in the hallway, I saw Yfke standing near the bathroom, and I contemplated skipping class with her. “U-uhm, hello Yfke.” She blinked and then looked at me. “Oh, hello Maya. I was just on my way to class…don’t tell the teachers.” I shook my head and smiled. “No, don’t worry. I’m not a snitch, haha…” She smiled back. “Okay, you can come with me if you want, but if not, I suggest going to class. Your grade’s already failing.” I gasped at that, I wanted to be angry, how did she know that? But, it was true. I stood in the hallway, and then after a few minutes of thinking, I decided it was too late to go to class, and it’d be embarrassing to at this point. So I skipped class. Real smart move..
“Oh, you finally came?” I nodded and leaned against a stall. Gosh, it smells like weed and perfume in here. Probably to cover up the bathroom smell. I felt uneasy breaking the rules like this. I’d never skipped an entire class, just spent too long in the bathroom and unintentionally skipping. Yfke was listening to music through her phone, earbuds plugged into it, while it was stuffed in her pocket. “What do you even do in here?” I asked her, breaking the silence. “Oh, I just chill in here, so I don’t have to hear the loudness of our 2nd period.” I knew how that felt. After a few minutes, I started to relax. If I was alone in here, it’d be depressing, and I’d probably do things I shouldn’t. But it wasn’t; Yfke was here and she was weirdly nice to me. It felt like it was just natural for her. It became natural to me over time, it felt like…hanging out with a friend. It was nice.
Chapter 7
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(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
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I started writing this in November. I had pretty much forgotten about it, and now it is January. I should probably recap all the important recent events.
-Coco won one of her games
-I started hanging out with Zoey and Yfke, sometimes Cleo
-I passed my last math test of the semester
-I’ve been clean for 2 months and tried to start eating better.
I still have a long way to go but,
I am happier than I ever remember being. If I had to thank anyone,
Thank you Mymy, and more importantly, Coco. Thank you for helping me continue on.
——The End——-
Notes:
THANK YOU ALL FOR THE SUPPORT!! This was fun to write and I’m glad you all liked it. I decided to finish it off on a good note today.