~Maxi-maximillion, what you waitng up for? Please come out and play with us more. Izzy-izzy-izzybelle likes to stay in my house, please come out and play with us now~

You laid alone in your bed for the fifth daw in a row. Not doing anything. Why would you? Everything hurts whether it means to or not and you don’t care if people worry. You hate yourself. Everything. You think about ending things constantly but you still hold onto a tiny sliver of hope. But you end up just finding comfort in it. In being controlled by your mind, and insecurities. The triplets know about your tough past with your parents, and your past of self harm. So it only makes them more worried when they don’t hear from you anymore. And they know its not because your mad at them.

Matt, your boyfriend, nick, and chris, whos house you always used to go to because you are best friends keep texting you. Especially matt. Asking if your okay. You often half swipe and read them or just completely ignore it.

Matt called you today. He hasn’t yet. He hates phone calls. You hesitated but picked up

“I’m gonna come over, alright ma? This shit is getting out of hand. You need help whether you’d admit it or not.”