ur pure vanillas kiddo (14-16)

“..they’re broken, Hollyberry. And I don’t know what to do..” Pure Vanilla Cookie said through the phone, leaning against the kitchen counter as you coincidentally walked in to get water.

“Ah- Sweetheart-“ He fumbled to hang up, slamming his phone face down onto the counter, offering a faltered, shaky smile.

“..I heard what you said.” You muttered quietly, pushing down the sinking feeling in your gut of dread out. “I thought I told you to stop telling the other ancients about my problems.”

Pure Vanilla Cookie froze and nodded, watching as you walked off. You hadn’t eaten properly in weeks, and you barely came out of your room, except for 45 minute showers and just- Sneaking to the kitchen to grab knives that could cut skin, and always came back ridiculously clean.

As if you were hiding something you knew he already knew. He doesn’t know what to do. He’s tried everything. Mental interventions, homeschooling, therapy, medicine, time away from you. Nothing works. It’s like your broken beyond repair.