[ Riley keeps staring at the messages on her laptop. So many people are asking to help her. But— but she's just going to hurt them. They're just going to hurt her. She's afraid of— ripping them apart and— opening up because— if you show pain you're imperfect, who could ever love some defective thing like you, worthless worthless worthless—
In a moment of reckless impulse, she grips her head, tightly. It hurts. Everything hurts. She drags her hands down her face, to push the thoughts back, but her claws run over her skin, leaving red lines, small drops of blood seeping out where she presses too hard. She doesn't stop. ]
Mmm— I can't... I can't— [ She lets out a small gasp. She's going to hurt you. They're all going to hurt you. They don't get it. They'll never get it. Stop wasting it. You're wasting it. You have to do it on your own, you have to fix it, you have to fix it, you have to— ] Mmmnnn...! C- c-c- can't...!
[ She's not standing up. Unfortunately, to get inside, Mukuro may have to pick that lock. ]
cw: intrusive thoughts, more self-harm, panic attacks to be safe
In a moment of reckless impulse, she grips her head, tightly. It hurts. Everything hurts. She drags her hands down her face, to push the thoughts back, but her claws run over her skin, leaving red lines, small drops of blood seeping out where she presses too hard. She doesn't stop. ]
Mmm— I can't... I can't— [ She lets out a small gasp. She's going to hurt you. They're all going to hurt you. They don't get it. They'll never get it. Stop wasting it. You're wasting it. You have to do it on your own, you have to fix it, you have to fix it, you have to— ] Mmmnnn...! C- c-c- can't...!
[ She's not standing up. Unfortunately, to get inside, Mukuro may have to pick that lock. ]