“Deep breaths,” Cato said, crouching down next to Jay. “Umm. Picture the ocean. There’s nobody there to hurt you. You stand on a beach, and you stare out a the calm waves as they lap over the shore. Palm trees rustle in the light breeze, and you are okay.” AGH WHAT DO I DO
Grabbing her bandages, Melanthea wraps up her arm, getting sprayed in the face by her own blood in the process, before blacking out.
(… how do you get… sprayed…???)
(Corneilus: with mouth full Wow drama)
“Dude you’re better at this than me.” Asteria muttered to Cato.
(That was just beautiful, I'm screenshotting that.)
Grabbing her bandages, Melanthea wraps up her arm, getting sprayed in the face by her own blood in the process, before blacking out.
(… how do you get… sprayed…???)
//idk my man
(Jay: WHAT DO YOU THINK I'M TRYING TO DO)
Jay looked up at Asteria and Cato, holding his breath. Granted, it didn't help his situation much, but he wasn't really think clearly. Black started pressing at the corners of his vision and when he attempted to breathe again, he found that he couldn't. No hyperventilating. No air. Well, now he was really freaking out. "Calm down, calm down, calm down…" He whispered rapidly to himself. "Stupid!" He slapped himself hard across the face. "Pull yourself together! Stupid, stupid, stupid!"
Grabbing her bandages, Melanthea wraps up her arm, getting sprayed in the face by her own blood in the process, before blacking out.
(… how do you get… sprayed…???)
(Trust me, it can happen.)
“Dude you’re better at this than me.” Asteria muttered to Cato.
“Nope making it up as I go along,” Cato muttered back, trying not to scare the first year. “How do I do this without touching him????”
Cornelius strolled over with a bag of licorice. "Hey I got this from my backpack. I don't know how long it's been in-" He looked up and glanced from Cato to Asteria to Jay. "What happened?"
Grabbing her bandages, Melanthea wraps up her arm, getting sprayed in the face by her own blood in the process, before blacking out.
(… how do you get… sprayed…???)
(Trust me, it can happen.)
//are you suicidal at age 7
Cornelius strolled over with a bag of licorice. "Hey I got this from my backpack. I don't know how long it's been in-" He looked up and glanced from Cato to Asteria to Jay. "What happened?"
“Um.” Cato looked from Jay to Cornelius. “Dunno, man. Just… quiet…” He looked over at Jay. “Breathe. The warm breeze passes over you, comforting you and healing your scars. Nothing can hurt you here.” He motioned for Cornelius to get a pillow or something.
(Corn: casually walks in Yo I got cand- pardon me what the actual fu-)
“D-don’t slap yourself.” Asteria instructed, as like, kindly as she could.
(Beautiful)
(Corn: casually walks in Yo I got cand- pardon me what the actual fu-)
(I love it.)
Cornelius glanced at the bag of candy, then at Jay. "Would this help?"
“I-I don’t know? Usually???” Asteria said, trying to keep the panic out of her voice.
“No get a pillow,” Cato said. “Candy works after. I think.”
Grabbing her bandages, Melanthea wraps up her arm, getting sprayed in the face by her own blood in the process, before blacking out.
(… how do you get… sprayed…???)
(Trust me, it can happen.)
//are you suicidal at age 7
(No, but I was diagnosed with anxiety and depression at age four.)
Grabbing her bandages, Melanthea wraps up her arm, getting sprayed in the face by her own blood in the process, before blacking out.
(… how do you get… sprayed…???)
(Trust me, it can happen.)
//are you suicidal at age 7
(No, but I was diagnosed with anxiety and depression at age four.)
//that sounds a bit far fetched
"Okay." Cornelius placed his candy carefully on the floor and grabbed a pillow from the nearby couch. "Here ya go."
Then, Jay seemed to be voicing his thoughts. All the things his parents had told him. "You're useless! Stop crying! You're weak, you're weak, you're weak!" He cradled his head in his hands, digging his nails into his scalp and likely drawing blood. "We never even wanted you, you're just a mistake and you can't even do that right!" Jay sobbed, the phrases becoming more and more broken up.
(OH MY GAWD QAQ)
Grabbing her bandages, Melanthea wraps up her arm, getting sprayed in the face by her own blood in the process, before blacking out.
(… how do you get… sprayed…???)
(Trust me, it can happen.)
//are you suicidal at age 7
(No, but I was diagnosed with anxiety and depression at age four.)
//that sounds a bit far fetched
(Trust me, it happens a lot in my family.)