#Sick Girl

[anjukaji]

♥️✨💜 Bruises ♥️✨💜

[ireallyymissu]

⋆·˚ ༘ * feeling sick and needy ₊˚ˑ༄ؘ

[next-virgin-mary]

グロカワ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ♡ ⠀ ⠀ ♡ ⠀ ⠀ ♡

[hisprettyswan]

[pixel00slvt9161]

Her talent is absolutely amazing

[sweetangell1111]

not for a while

[goatsica]

[yungelitaisdead]

[elitaisdead]

[princessshanae14]

Hey if anyone could help Hind it would mean a lot! She is currently in the hospital sick with malnutrition. She’s only 17 and she’s currently fighting for her life. I see this girl as a little sister and I just want her to be happy and be able to get any food at all. Please donate to her if you can. I’m begging you to help her!

[urdeadsweetheart]

“Oh you poor sick child”

[bookiezzz]

𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 .. 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘯𝘦 : 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥

𝘣𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘵𝘰 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

synopsis : in which reader would give akito the whole world 🫧. including letting him throw them around. they’re not, per say, together, but anything for akito.

you had had a crush on akito as long as you could remember. ever since freshman year. he was your dream! you stared from afar, honestly just happy you were breathing the same air as him..

akito, however, pushed you around to no end. he humiliated, teased, and hurt you. he knew how much he affected you, and he knew how much you liked him. you remember ena scolding and hitting him one day for shoving you onto the pavement. akito scoffed and walked away, while ena helped you up. “why do you put up with my asshole brother?” ena pondered aloud. “just.. tell him to stop.” you looked up at the sky and shrugged, putting your hands in your pockets. “i can’t, really.”

“why don’t you tell me how you feel?”

akito never showed what he thought about how he treated you, other than typical amusement that made your heart flutter, even when you’re bloodied-up on the ground. you still stared at him with your rose-colored glasses in every class. you wish he’d open up about whatever goes on in his mind, just for a second, so that maybe, just maybe, you could be something with him.

“i’m tired of waiting, i want this to be real.”

no matter how much you let akito bruise and batter you, he wouldn’t give you any affection, other than the occasional kiss. you were miserable. fantasizing in your room, you just wished you had something real, something that meant something with him.

“i’m nervous, observing, so determined, it’s concerning.”

sitting in ena’s room, you told her about you crush on akito, going absolutely nowhere. “yucky,” ena gagged. “he’s gross, and he treats you so horribly. i don’t get what you see in him. you’re so determined on him, it’s concerning.” you sighed. “dead-set.”

“i’m a burden, and i’m hurting, go easy on me, i’m learning.”

getting ready for bed at night, your body was sore and achey. you remember what every single bruise on your body had been caused by, and all were caused by akito. he knew where every bruise was, too. he pressed them and made you wince in front of your friends, and showed your black eyes off.

“is it ever going to be enough? i know it’s not easy but, it shouldn’t be this tough..”

you were desperately trying, at akito’s every beck and call. was it even worth it? you prayed so, you hoped so, you wished so. it was mentally and physically exhausting, to even be around the boy. but you loved every second of it. just a bit more.

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[bruisedbodyshattereddreams]

Hell is a teenage girl.

[next-virgin-mary]

♬ 🩹 ⟡ ֗ ☾ ۪ ﹡ㅤ ֗ ۪ ﹡ㅤ ֗ ۪ ﹡

[thebr0kend0llnextd00r]

Why do some people treat me like an object, they want to see my body & not even care about me or why fucking leave I just wanna be loved, I'll be your own personal knife I guess, it will hurt me more than it will ever hurt you. I'll never be good enough to be loved or cared for

I'm so done being sober I wanna get high so bad so these things would stop going through my head rent free.

[ellaissleepyasf]

pov: you realize you have to live with a level of pain most people will never experience and also nobody cares about the fact that you do so your entire existence is performing wellness and even with the people you’re supposed to feel safe and validated around ….you never do.

you wake up in pain every fucking day because you have intestinal adhesions pulling down on your ovary and you literally suffer. nobody sees you.

everyone says “same” to any one of your complaints but you know they don’t feel the fucking same