Clarissa. Clarissa, reaching out to her. Clarissa, trying to get to know her. Clarissa, wracked with grief. Clarissa, bitterly seething. Clarissa, hanging from the ceiling. Falling from that window. Twisted and floating, eyes red.
"So, I think it'd be cool if we could, like, continue to do things together." * "She'll be happier with us." * "Nobody named Clarissa came with us, this is the group. This has been it all night."
It's all a rush, and it's...
Flinches, but then...relaxes. No, sinks and droops, head falling forward.
She wants to cry. It's been built up in here all week, what she's been running from. That she couldn't possibly do that. That she did that. That she kept doing that, that, this girl whose only crime was being too fucking depressed-
Her breath catches in her throat and her eyes are hot. She hasn't...cried yet. Since waking up that morning, she's kept herself from it. Now... ]
S-sorry. Sorry, I--! [ It could have been so different. ]
cw suicidal imagery
Clarissa. Clarissa, reaching out to her. Clarissa, trying to get to know her. Clarissa, wracked with grief. Clarissa, bitterly seething. Clarissa, hanging from the ceiling. Falling from that window. Twisted and floating, eyes red.
"So, I think it'd be cool if we could, like, continue to do things together."
*
"She'll be happier with us."
*
"Nobody named Clarissa came with us, this is the group. This has been it all night."
It's all a rush, and it's...
Flinches, but then...relaxes. No, sinks and droops, head falling forward.
She wants to cry. It's been built up in here all week, what she's been running from. That she couldn't possibly do that. That she did that. That she kept doing that, that, this girl whose only crime was being too fucking depressed-
Her breath catches in her throat and her eyes are hot. She hasn't...cried yet. Since waking up that morning, she's kept herself from it. Now... ]
S-sorry. Sorry, I--! [ It could have been so different. ]