send ‘ / ’ to catch naomi self-harming.

               THE ROOM FELT isolated ; dark, && naomi never
               felt comfortable. it was quiet && no one else was known in the
               same room — she situates into a corner, arms embraced her
               legs as they’re placed under her chin, eyelid droop with brows
               falling. her anxiety starts to build in, kicking in her self-loathing,
               the urge to D E S T R O Y her being burns within her veins.

                    naomi is alone. no one there to help her, no one is there to tell her
                    it’s going to be okay — NO ONE  to  reassure &&  erasing  hatred
                    thoughts out from her consciousness. memories  of her past ; her
                    bullies stick in her vision —  && it frightens her. she’d remember
                    their voices — their words — && their PUNCHES.

               as it flashes  straight into  the  outbreak. where she lost her
               parents — her friends ; her dignity. all the companions that
               came  &&  went, her best  friend Cecilia,  her siblings  ;  all
               because  of her  I M P U L S I V E  &&  RECKLESS attitude.

                    she finds a  sharp piece  of glass by her, a  hand  pulls  up  her
                    sleeve — as her vision starts to BLUR with tears. her old habits
                    returning with a vengeance. her heart starts to sink, her throat
                    dry, skin trembling. but not a thought passes && naomi quickly
                    grasps that glass in her frail hand && the sharp end trails over
                    her, already, scarred arm from before — going over old ones, 
                    yet creating new ones as she goes along.

                                           ‘ what have i done… ‘
                                                      ‘ what have i done ?? ‘

                by now her arm is drenched in crimson. a wave of regret fill
                her senses ; && there she finally breaks down. harder to breathe.
                harder to SEE, harder to h e a r. naomi never noticed elliot as he
                walks in, instead her palm slaps onto her leaking arm, all she could
                taste was her tears && feel her hand wetter by seconds.