( request! you have to read addicted to the knife by eggosandxmen to do this lol)

(TW! s/h, aggressive scratching)

🌇| Tears stung your eyes, a bitter taste stuck on your tongue. It was too loud, the lights were too bright, your clothes were sticking to your skin— everyone was laughing. Why were they laughing? Did you do something wrong?

The feeling of someone holding your arm set you over the edge, not even processing it was Lydia, your sister. The world spun as you forced your legs to carry you as fast as they could, the world whipping past you as you ran out of that hell people call school.

Why did everyone hate you? You hadn’t meant to mess up. What if they always hated you— and life became just as bad as it was at the lab? Your breath turned to hyperventilating as your thoughts continued spiraling, barely thinking about it was you ran home to the only place you’ve ever been able to call home.

You could feel worry and panic coming from both Lydia and Beetlejuice, muting them out as they struggled to communicate with you telepathically.

The door swung open as you slid down the wall, curling into a ball, scratching at your skin and loudly crying. The pain dulled everything else— just thinking about the blood now forming on your arm helped.

Footsteps sounded in front of you, followed by a loud intake of air. Barbara kneeled down next to you on the ground, gently making you stop.

“Hey— hey, look at me.” She said soothingly, not bothering to ask why you were home early. “It’s alright, you’re safe now, yeah? Don’t hurt yourself, it’s fine.” Barbara told you, the same words you’ve grown used to hearing over and over. She extended her arms out, letting you hug her if you wanted to, but not forcing you.