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Notes
same tws as last time, implied suicide attempt + sh
Perhaps it was fate they didn’t succeed.
Paintbrush followed Fan back to the hotel that they ran from. Paintbrush was exhausted and didn’t know what they were feeling. They didn’t really wanna talk that much either, but Fan was worried enough and they didn’t wanna worry him anymore.
On the way back to the hotel, Paintbrush and Fan exchanged some small conversations to lighten the mood a bit from the current situation at hand. Nothing of importance was said, not to Paintbrush at least. Eventually, Paintbrush and Fan were back at Hotel Oj.
Walking back in, the hotel was either empty or everyone was asleep. Paintbrush assumed the latter. It was also dark. Paintbrush felt empty.
Fan looked at them. “You doin’ okay?”
“Yeah,” Paintbrush partially lied. They didn’t know if they were, but Fan didn’t need to know that.
The two objects headed back to their room. Fan seemed to be relieved once they were in it, Paintbrush thought so anyway.
Sighing, Paintbrush told Fan, “I’m gonna get cleaned up,” pointing to the bathroom with their thumb.
“Let me know if you need help, I’ll be here,” Fan replied. His face had a concerned yet relieved expression.
Paintbrush felt weird about the offer. They didn’t want help, they just… “Alright.” They headed into the bathroom.
Once inside, they saw themself in the mirror. They didn’t realize how beat up they got themself. One cut and scratch after another all over their front and sides and probably back and face. Deep, too. Their bristles were also an uncomfortable wreck, but they didn’t care right now. They turned away from the mirror and went to the shower, turning it on, and they stepped inside it.
All Paintbrush could feel was stinging. They winced at the pain but eventually got used to it. Or it stopped stinging, they couldn’t tell right now. They just needed to get cleaned up and forget about this whole ordeal.
They sighed. Paintbrush started to think back to earlier in the night. Guilt came over them as they remembered how they screamed at Oj for not doing anything to help them, even though he literally ran the hotel. They felt ashamed because they had no right to complain about what they were screaming about, especially since they were pretty sure they caught the hotel on fire to some extent, though probably not since they didn’t see any burns anywhere. They also for some reason couldn’t remember all of what they said to him.
Maybe fifteen minutes had gone by. Paintbrush was just sitting under the shower head as it sprayed them the entire time.
They were probably worrying Fan. They turned off the water and stepped out of the shower, visibly dripping. Paintbrush grabbed a towel that was hanging from the hooks on the door and immediately started to dry their bristles off, squeezing them as hard as they could. They saw themself in the mirror again, seeing the scars all over them. They winced and turned around so they couldn’t see the consequences of their own actions.
Hesitantly, Paintbrush rubbed their towel over themself, feeling the stinging from the fibers making direct contact with their wounds. They were dried off enough, they didn’t care if they weren’t actually dry.
They opened the bathroom door to Fan being invisible from under his comforter, the only thing giving him away being the huge lump in the blanket.
“I’m out,” Paintbrush said aloud.
Fan flung the comforter off of his face and sat up. He just smiled without responding verbally.
Paintbrush smiled back. They walked to their bed and got into it, covering up with the sheets. They close their eyes and, somehow, find themself falling asleep.
“Goodnight, Paintbrush. I hope you feel better in the morning,” Fan said.
Paintbrush’s eyes opened. They sighed a little, and said, “Thanks, goodnight.” They closed their eyes again and drifted off to sleep.
Notes
hehe pt 3 https://rentry.co/dit-3