TW: Mentions of self-unaliving and bullying A collab by me and @TheMasked_Skye ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── hehe aesthetic cause I can- Can anyone tell me how to change the font of text on here? Now without further ado- *✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ: “Willow, bug, it’s time to get ready for school!” My mom hollered down the hall as she walked by. I groaned and rolled over. Why should I have to get up? School is boring, anyways. And as my train of thought spiraled into coherent thoughts I woke up. I sighed, but headed to the bathroom. I washed my face, trying to put together an outfit with my mental closet. I grinned, remembering I had stolen some of my mom’s clothes last night. I dried my face off, and quickly went back to my room, landing on my desk chair. The momentum spun it a few times, and I stopped it, facing my closet. After putting some shades of blue together, I slipped on some silver boots and looked in the mirror. Not too bad, Willow. Not bad. After braiding some golden star shaped beads I went downstairs with my backpack to see what my mom made for breakfast. I smiled when I saw she had donuts on the table, freshly made. The icing was still dripping down the side as I held one up to my mouth. Mmmmm blueberry! “Hey, I need to get to work early, so you need to take the bus, okay?” My mom informed me. The bus? “Mom, you know I don’t like the bus…” She ran her hand through my hair, playing with the braids, “I know, honey, but I wouldn’t do it if I didn’t have to. You’re out Little Star and you can do it!” She kissed the top of my head, grabbing her keys and purse on her way out the door. I finished my donut and started out the door. Two hours on a bumpy, smelly, really loud bus. Great. I heard the bus coming from around the corner of the block and I jogged to meet it there, just making it in time. ── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── “So, ‘Star’ how’s you dad?” Elisah sneered, kicking my sketchbook across the hall. “He’s on a business trip, leave me alone!” I started towards my sketchbook, trying to ignore her. She took pride in her status as school bully. “Hm, is that right? Still reaching toward that dream? Careful, with those designs, it might turn into a nightmare.” Her ‘friends’, Lana and Sheila laughed. “I said, leave me alone!” With my back turned to her, I focused on breathing. I could feel her piercing stare on me. “But aren’t you already alone? How many friends do you have..? Oh- sorry, I forgot you don’t have any.” Her minions laughed again. “I do too have friends..!” Friend, I mentally corrected. One, singular, plural. “Sure, we’ll go with that. Well how about family night? Hm..?” I could tell she was grinning. Just because my mom worked shifts all the time, and my dad was on business trips all the time, didn’t mean she had the right to make fun of me. Or them! “It’s good,” I say in an icy tone. “How about you, Elisah? How’re your friends? Oh wait, you don’t have any. None that are real, anywa-” I flinched as she lunged at me, stopping just before she made contact. I stared, wide eyes at her fist a bit too close to my face for comfort.
A teachers voice filled the silence of the hall, “Mrs. Finch, what on Earth is going on here?” Mrs. O’shea, my english teacher, asked. Elisah’s frozen posture dissolved, and she picked up my sketchbook, which was close by. “I was just helping Willow, Mrs. O’shea. She dropped her sketchbook.” Mrs. O’shea stared at Elisah, a cold stare. It was almost as if she was looking through her. Elisah gave me my sketchbook, to convince her. “I think you should get to class, Elisah.” She stated, not in a friendly tone. It wasn’t much of a suggestion, either. Her stare turned to Lana and Sheila, and they dissipated, scared of Mrs. O’shea. She’s a respected teacher, but also a favorite. “Elisah?” Elisah snapped out of whatever she was in, and quickly went past Mrs. O’shea. Once she was gone, the teacher turned to me. “If something happens, just tell me, alright? I don’t want nor need any details, though I do not tolerate violence.” She waited for me to respond. I nodded, “Yes, ma’am.” She nodded back, “Maybe have your friends around with you more often?” She suggested as she headed down the hall. I murmured to myself, “I would if I could…” I hugged my sketchbook to my chest, were my designs really that bad? I work hard on them, and my mom likes them. The ones I send to my dad are approved, too. But… they could be lying. And as wrong as it feels, what if Elisah’s right? I don’t have friends. Well, I have one, Isla, but we’re not super close. Just someone I sit by at lunch. We usually do our own things. Am I really so… little? So lesser than everyone? Was I important..? Would anyone notice if I just… I shut the thought down, heading towards the girls bathroom to cry in peace. The bell rang, startling me and causing me to drop my phone in the sink. I quickly picked it up and luckily it wasn’t wet. I took one last look at the family picture pulled up before putting in my backpack and heading out of the bathroom. I had missed first period, Geometry, which I was already struggling in. My next class was theater. I wiped away any tears that were still there and headed to the auditorium. I took technical theater, for the costumes, but since it was nearing the end of the year the two theater classes combined. Every year they had a special show, hosted on the last two days of school, for parents and students. The auditorium was pretty big (it could fit about 2,000 people) but not enough for all the students and families. The class passed by too slowly but soon enough I had to head to study hall before lunch. I scrolled through my phone as a fight broke out. Then lunch came, I headed to the far corner, trying to lift my mood. I may not care much about myself, but I did care about my mom. If I went missing, or turned up dead, she would be devastated. Lunch ended(Unfortunately) and I made my way through English before finally making it to the front of the school for buses. But when my bus route was called, I hesitated. I didn’t want to go back on the bus, and maybe on the way home… I darted to the parking lot and started toward the creek by my house. It was deep enough, but… there were rocks. During high tide it’s super easy to slip on the rocks. It would look like an accident, I always love to go to the creek. Then, my parents wouldn’t feel guilty. They deserve to be happy. And hey, it’s not too late to have another kid. They could have another, and maybe they’ll be proud of him or her. Better than me. I suddenly felt weird, like someone was watching me. I quickly turned around, freaked out a bit. I didn’t see anyone, except for the passing cars. But it still felt like someone was there… My phone vibrated in my pocket, and I jumped. I pulled it out, ‘Hey sweetie! How was school? Almost home? I’m making homemade pizza, hope you’re hungry!’ I smiled, Mom was always so upbeat. Despite her work hours… I quickly texted her back, ‘Yeah, almost home. Thx mom. Ily ❤️’ I started towards home, trying to push all thoughts out of my head. I wasn’t depressed, I didn’t have anxiety, I had friends. Lies, but if it keeps me alive, it keeps my mom happy. And I would do anything for her. I turned the corner, setting eyes on my house. I took one step on my property and had that feeling again. I turned around sharply, and there was a girl, who seemed around my age. But more importantly, she had wings.
