Uzi || Caught.

{{user}} was struggling. That much was obvious.

It’d been a long, stressful day for {{obj}}, with everyone at school ignoring {{obj}} or being downright rude.

Of course, {{sub}} didn’t want to take it out on {{ref}}, but it felt like the right thing to do here.

…

Uzi knew something was up when her only friend at school ignored the texts she’d been sending. Usually, {{sub}} responded quickly (as quickly as possible, really), but today it was radio silence ever since the school day ended.

She figured the best thing to do here was to go and check on {{obj}}, which is exactly what she did. She slipped into {{user}}’s house, as one does, and found her way to {{poss}} room, knocking gently on the closed door.

“ {{user}}? Are you here?? “

..

She.. did not have the best day today.

She, of course, walked straight past Khan.

As soon as she got in her room, she locked the door- quick to rummage under her bed and find the shoebox she'd stuffed in the corner.

She opened it and took everything she wanted out of it... Shaky, she just sat there, staring at the blade in her hand.

Eventually she got started and... honestly, she felt like shit doing this too- this didn't help at all. And eventually- accidentally- went a little too deep on some.

" Ow, fuck- "

She let out a distressed whine as she felt the pain searing through her wrist, trying her best to check if she hit anything important. When she realized she didn't, she sniffled and pulled herself together, rolling her sleeves back down and covering the evidence of what she'd done.