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lobotomizedskull · 1 year

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firesidefirebow · 1 year

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psychologist: you can't abandon your treatment!

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tartedepera · 1 year

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I don't remember who i was before him

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jacky-tradey · 11 months

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Cracked

Her eyes lazily scanned down the list of contacts through her cracked screen, wondering if anyone would be up this late at night. Of course they would be up, she thought to herself. It was only eleven at night. It's just that no one wanted to talk to her right now.

She closed the contact screen and resigned to talking to herself. Because who else was there to talk to? Not her friends, if you could even call coworkers that. They wouldn't want to be interrupted to hear about her woes. Not her family. Mother and father were gone anyways. Not that they would want to listen to her complain about her life for the millionth time. Her sister? No. She never seemed to have the "mental space" available to talk.

Her chest heaved a heavy sigh as she placed the phone against her chest, eyes flitting around the room. The pink walls seemed to mock her with their pastel, easy happiness. Why did they get to be pink when she was stuck so grey? She noticed her old paintings, still hung proudly on the walls. She was proud of them. She has made those. She has thought of something and it had been created.

But she wasn't creating anymore.

The hands that once spent hours at the essil covered in paint were now only used to swipe mindlessly across that cracked screen. That damned cracked screen. She knew how to fix it. But she didn't. She didn't know why. It was the money to buy a new screen, she told herself. A glance at the new necklace she'd bought herself reminded her however that money was not the case.

She picked up her phone again and traced the cracks with her finger, vaguely aware that glass might embed itself within her skin. She could just go online and order a new one right now. Her sister had even offered to install it for her. All she had to do was take that first step and order it. Maybe she'd finally just complete that once simple task that has been driving her crazy for months.

Or maybe not.

Maybe she would just let it stay cracked. Maybe she would just keep complaining about the shards of glass her fingertips. Maybe she would keep watching videos with distorted quality. Maybe she would let it stay broken as a reminder that she was the one who broke it. Maybe she would just ignore the screen until the phone became so broken that she had to get a whole new phone to replace it because she was too stupid to fix her old phone!

And then maybe she would drop that new phone too.

Maybe she wouldn't replace it's screen either. Maybe she would say that the phone still works fine and cracked didn't mean it was broken. Maybe her sister would offer to help her fix it like she did last time. Or maybe she would realize that asking to help was futile. Maybe the new screen would stay cracked too.

Maybe she was bound to have glass in her fingers forever.

Maybe she wasn't meant to have a fixed screen.

Maybe she didn't deserve one…

Maybe tonight… she would just go to sleep and push off ordering a new screen for another day. After all, she could forget the screen was broken when her eyes were closed.