Delinquent Academy RP

"You're doing great Jay," Zanna spoke, "I know you have voices in your head because I know people who have anxiety. Now tell me three things you can smell."

(I don't know what LGBTQ+ is but I'd like to join.)

"Alcohol…. or is that just in my mind? Rubbing alcohol? I-I think…" A flash of a memory. "Blood… no… there couldn't be blood here…" Jay hid his face in his hands. "Stop it… leave me alone… nothing's here… it's a nurse's office…" The night when he had to pick glass out of his head. Jay winced a bit. "Stop stop stop! No…" His father slapping him across the face. "Please… pay attention, pay attention! Three things… three things… stupid, stop getting distracted…"

"It's okay Jay," Zanna realized he was having a flashback, "You're not there. You're in a nurse's office with your friends. Your parents are probably being held by the police right now."

(I don't know what LGBTQ+ is but I'd like to join.)

(So can I join?)

(kw good night)

"Three things… rubbing alcohol, latex… salt?" Why could he smell salt? "Tears…" His mother was yelling at him. "Please… I didn't do anything…" He whispered.

(I think you're still allowed to join? Idk whether the creator has closed it or not)

"You didn't do anything yes," Zanna responded, "Jay I need you to tell me one thing you can taste.
(It was supposed to be two things you could smell, whoops.)

"Taste? But I'm not…" Back to the glass. "Blood… no.. stop going back there… pay attention… I-I don't know… I don't taste anything… iron? Like… acid…?"

"It doesn't have to be something you can taste right now. It could be your favorite taste, like a chocolate bar!"

"Chocolate?' Yeah, you ate it for the first time today, idiot. Wow, your parents really suck. "Bread? I-I dunno, I mostly ate bread… so I have, er, mixed feelings about it.." 'Mixed feelings'? Are you stupid? About bread? Seriously, you're just sad at this point. It's pathetic.

"That's fine," Zanna looked at him, "Are you feeling better now?"

"Somewhat… my heart rate's gone down, but they won't stop." Talking about me? Shut up, just shut up. I don't want you here. Yes, but when have I ever really cared what you want?

"Yeah," Zanna looked at him, "I can't do much about them. I used to have them too, but I learned that if I counter each negative comment with a positive one it seems to quiet them."

"But then they counter back. And they won't just leave me alone!" His eyes stung with tears again. Are you going to cry now? Why wont you just let me be? Because that'd be no fun! I really hate you sometimes. But, we're technically the same person, so that just means you hate yourself. That's also true.

(I am a loyal spectator of this adorableness)

(Lmao I do like to torture my children. I've noticed that my characters kind of represent different parts of my personality. Robin is fear/anxiety, Lloyd is logic, Nathaniel is morality, and Jay is my self esteem. Because he's constantly getting destroyed inside over and over again until there's nothing left and the torture never ends.)

"I didn't say counter them," Zanna sighed, "I meant like if they say 'everyone hates you' I would say 'that doesn't matter because I like myself'."
That's what you think. Now really? What better time? Anytime really. But now seems best, when your new friend is at their worst. That just means he'll keep going up.

(That is so sad. I just make all of my character's orphans cause why not? Though a lot of them are based off of the person I would like to be or don't show very often.)

"Well… my thoughts are more just my parents and hating myself most of the time… it speaks to me in second person."

(That is so sad. I just make all of my character's orphans cause why not? Though a lot of them are based off of the person I would like to be or don't show very often.)

(Yeah. I actually created the characters and realized afterwards that they were like my personality. Also strange that pretty much my whole personality is comprised of guys considering you know, I'm not a guy.)

"I told you what's works best for me," Zanna smiled, "Now you need to find what works best for you."

(That is so sad. I just make all of my character's orphans cause why not? Though a lot of them are based off of the person I would like to be or don't show very often.)

(Yeah. I actually created the characters and realized afterwards that they were like my personality. Also strange that pretty much my whole personality is comprised of guys considering you know, I'm not a guy.)

(Huh, mine are all my same gender. Except for the occasional they/them character.)

"I don't know. It just tortures me, day and night! It wont stop!" Jay brushed a tear away from his face, drawing in a wavering breath. "Calm down… calm down.. you already did this once, stupid. You're fine… you're calm… you're a wimp… shut up, shut up!"

"Hey, hey, hey," Zanna gently touched his arm, "You're strong ya know. Most people wouldn't be able to cope with a constant battering like you have. That fact that your sitting here means you're strong okay. So don't ever think you're not okay?"

Jay flinched and quickly bit his fist so he couldn't hit Zanna. You're in trouble now. Leave me alone! I think you're biting a bit too hard, stupid. Sure enough, when Jay looked down at his hand again, the back of his hand was red. His heart fluttered and he tried to stop the bleeding with his other hand.

"Oops, sorry," Zanna quickly pulled her hand away, "I'll go get a band aid."

Stupid, stupid stupid… this is all your fault… His hand was throbbing now, but the pain hadn't quite set in.

Zanna returned and handed Jay the Band-Aid, "Don't blame yourself, it was my fault. I forgot what touching does to you. Anyway do you want to head to the library now?"