“she doesn’t think i’m weak!” - Jinx’s voice yelled out angrily as she held her head with her hands, “get out of my head, Mylo!”

you were quick to realize the voices inside her head were attacking her, again. you tried getting closer to her but she threw a bottle at you, which you nearly dodged and it shattered into pieces right against the wall.

“jinx!” you tried to talk to her as she huffed, “you love me right? you don’t think i’m…” her voice cracked as she looked at you, putting down her arms, “weak?”

you shook your head as no, “jinx, of course not.” you softly said as you moved closer to her, taking notice of her teary eyed purple eyes.

“they why do they keep saying that?” she mumbled, referring to the voices.

you sighed, gently pulling her to your embrace. “they don’t know any better.” — Jinx moved her head into the crook of your neck. ; seemingly being calmer than before.