DEATH IS MY FRIEND - TMC

[NOTE: I'M NOT AN EXPERT IN MENTAL OR PHYSICAL ILLNESS AS I DON'T TAKE PSYCHOLOGY IN PRE-UNI NOR BIOLOGY. THE INFORMATION I USED IN THIS STORY ARE BASED ON MY RESEARCH AND READINGS. PLEASE CORRECT ME IF ANY INFO GIVEN IS FALSE AND I'LL EDITED IT AS SOON AS I CAN]

TW: SUICIDAL AND SELF HARM , VERBAL ABUSE, MENTIONS OF MATURE CONTENT.

I can wade Grief-
Whole Pools of it-
I'm used to that-

T'was another normal day of Celeste Park. Waking up earlier than everyone, that not even the birds outside are awake, nor the sun rising up in the sky. The only thing she could thank her parents for, other than putting her at the hospice and pretending she didn't exist, was placing her in a room with a bay window, where she could look outside at the driveway, and the woods.

She had her notebook with her, the pages filled with cursive letters that formed into words she didn't understand, and random doodles. Sun Rays shine through the thin curtains when the sun has come up. The smell of the sea scented sticks spread all over her room, helping her imagine a whole new surrounding other than her dreadful room.

It calmed her. The smell, that is.

It made her feel as if she was alive, rather than blending in with the normalcy she had to live in everyday. Constantly thinking when her mind decides to mess her once more so she could lose all sense of reality and fall into the depths of nightmares and hell.

The sound of rustling sheets moved her gaze from the greeneries outside, and stopped her fingers twirling the pencil. She turned to see Kevin on her bed, hair a mess, his robe that he would usually wear around the hospice discarded on the seat at the end of her poster bed. He looked dazed for a second, observing the room that wasn't his until his brown eyes landed on Celeste.

His shoulders sagged in relief and he sunk back into her bed.

Celeste placed the notebook down and stood up. She walked towards her bed and sat at the edge of her bed. "How'd you sleep?" She asked him.

"Good." Kevin answered. But the bags under his eyes begged to differ. "You?"

"Somewhat.... Thank you for staying with me last night or morning?" It was 1 AM when Kevin came by, so she wasn't technically sure if that time could be considered as night time since the sun wasn't up yet.

Kevin had a tired smile on his face as he looked at her. "No problem. Anything for a friend." He told her.

Celeste smiled a little before she stood up and went to her closet to grab her clothes for the day, and while she was busy, she didn't notice how Kevin was still staring at her with his head tilted to the side. A wondering look on his face.

When he caught sight of the freshly, red scar peeking beneath her shirt that was lifted up accidentally, the blonde turned his head away, ignoring the redness that began to form on his cheeks and the back of his neck. He cleared his throat as she turned to look at him for a second then returned to her closet.

He glanced back at her, trying to see the red scar once more but when he did, there wasn't any.

As if it didn't exist.

"What were you doing with Ilonka last night?" The raven questioned as she turned to him. Her pale arms wrapped around the bundle of clothes.

Kevin's eyes blinked a couple of times before breaking his daze and realizing that the Park girl was talking to him. "Oh- Uh... we were just talking about the story. Her story that is. You know the girl in one of the pictures in the hall? The one dated in 68'?" He heard her hummed in response and continued. "Turns out it was the same girl in Ilonka's story."