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It was Christmas, but there was no tree in Morgan’s apartment. It was Christmas but there were no presents in Morgan’s apartment. It was Christmas but there was no hot chocolate, or cookies, or even slight smiles. It was Christmas and the only other people in Morgan’s apartment were a few of their atheist and non-religious henchmen. It was Christmas and Morgan was putting the final touches on a heist that was going to happen in five hours. “Alright, I think we’re good, go home, get some rest, just remember to meet me in the back of the bank in five hours.” And all the henchmen started filing out of the room.
TW: SELF HARM
Morgan was perfectly fine
They walked into the kitchen
Everything was perfectly fine
They saw the knife
She was fine
They grabbed the knife
It was fine
They sat down
She was ok
They rolled up their sleeve
Everything was ok
They made a cut on their wrist
Everything was not ok
Their other wrist
She was not ok
More cuts
It was not fine
Up their forearms
She was not fine
Both sides of their arms
Everything was not perfectly fine
On their hands
Morgan was not perfectly fine
Everywhere
Fuck
TW OVER
Morgan almost used up the rest of their bandages, she should really buy some more. Never mind that, she had a heist to get to. They put on their black undershirt and yellow tank top, as well as some jeans, and she was ready to go.
The heist was a success, no hitches at all whatsoever, everything they planned for happened and they got out scot free nothing else happened.
Morgan had a fairly high pain tolerance and ignored most of her nausea, so when she collapsed on her kitchen floor she was fairly surprised, until they went to feel their arm and felt the wet stickiness of blood “fuck” they said and grabbed thier phone “hey Siri, Call- never mind.” Morgan stood up, and leaned on the wall, over to their desk and started writing.
Alex,
Didn’t you once tell me you wouldn’t let me die? It’s too late now. You don’t deserve the clarity of a note but you need to know that you’re not allowed to bring me back from the dead. If you’re really all powerful you should give my brother his arms back, he was five when the whole sidekick thing was decided, also you’re a hero again aren’t you? I’m not going to lie and say this wasn’t your fault because it mostly was. Fun fact, if the one thing stopping someone from relapsing goes away, that person will probably relapse.
your a horrible person and I hope your parents burn your scrapbook, Morgan