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Purple Roses: Chapter 3
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I finally decided to go to a teacher after the second rose appeared. They told me they’d help me change my combination and look into it, but I had a feeling they weren’t serious about the last part. I covered my lock every time I would unlock my locker now. I wouldn’t even let Akio near enough to see. I still didn’t trust anyone. I could tell it angered Akio that I suspected him, but he did what I asked anyway. I was finally starting to feel safe again after a couple weeks without an incident when another rose appeared. How?! I was so careful to make sure that my stalker couldn’t see my combination! I started freaking out again. Why were they terrorizing me? I destroyed the stupid flower and threw it out. “Another flower?” It was Ruki. How did he know about the roses? Did Akio tell him?
“Yeah, and after I had changed my combination too. Who could be doing this?” I let out a frustrated sigh. 
“Have you told anyone?” He leaned on the wall next to me. I saw him glance at something down the hallway before turning back to me. Did he know something? I discreetly followed his gaze, but I didn’t see anyone. 
“I talked to a teacher, and they said they’d look into it… What were you looking at?” 
He narrowed his eyes with a smug grin on his face. “Thought I saw someone peeking from the corner over there.” He pointed in the direction I looked.
“Did you see what they looked like?” I asked while glancing over my shoulder again. 
“No, sorry. They stepped back before I had the chance to look.” He rubbed the back of his neck with a smile. “I’ll see you around, okay?” 
“Yeah, see you.” I watched him walk off while glancing at the corner he claimed to see someone. I cautiously walked in that direction, peering down the hallway. Whoever was here was gone now because the hallway was empty. I turned around to suddenly see Akio standing behind me. His chest was inches from my back, “Akio! You scared me!” I playfully hit his shoulder.
He laughed, “I’m sorry. What were you doing anyway?”
“I was talking to Ruki, and he claimed to have seen someone peeking out from this corner.” I leaned back against the wall with a sigh. 
“Did you see them?” 
“No, they’re always just out of sight. I don’t know what to do. The teachers haven’t done anything.” I felt hopeless. Even if I changed lockers or my combination again, it wouldn’t matter because they were still watching me. I felt a tear fall down my cheek while lost in thought. Akio held out his arms to me like he was asking permission. I just ran into his embrace while sobbing. This was so stupid. I was crying over these stupid flowers. Akio stroked my hair to console me as I gripped onto his uniform jacket. I missed my old school more than ever. I missed my friends. I missed not having to feel so paranoid while walking down the hallways. Everything I was holding back was just spilling out. I wanted to go home.
I stayed with Akio for a moment, trying to calm myself down. I still had my last class to get through plus clean up. In the last five minutes of break, I washed my face. I focused on the sensation of the cool water hitting my skin and dripping from my chin in an attempt to ground myself. I was a nervous wreck every time I stepped through the doors of this academy. I dried my face softly with a paper towel that felt like sandpaper before heading out of the bathroom. He had already left for class. Akio tended to be very punctual. I headed inside of my art class where I recognized the guy with a fedora. I can’t deal with this right now. Was he always in my art class? I ignored his gaze towards me and sat in my seat. Luckily, I was facing away from him at my table. During class, I felt a tap on my shoulder which startled me. I turned to see him and glared. 
“Oh, don’t be like that,” He smirked.
“What do you want?” I snapped.
“I have some information regarding your secret admirer.” 
“You mean my stalker? Yeah, what about it? I wouldn’t be surprised if it was you.” 
He laughed, “Don’t flatter yourself, little bitch. It’s not me, but I do know who it is.”
I glared at his nickname, “Are you going to tell me who it is then?” 
“Not here. Meet me after school in classroom 2-A, and I’ll tell you.” He winked. Gross.
Something told me he wanted something from me. “What’s the catch?”
“No catch. I just think you’ve been tortured enough.” He gave me a look of pity that wasn’t in any way genuine. I had a bad feeling about this, but anything would help at this point. I just wanted it to stop.
After cleanup time, I headed to classroom 2-A to meet Laito like he said. I waited for about five minutes, “Where is he?” I asked myself. 
“Miss me?” I jumped at the sound of his voice. He was sitting in one of the desks with his legs crossed and his chin resting on his hand. 
“Not in the slightest. Who’s following me?” I was getting angry. I’ve had enough of their little games. 
He rolled his eyes, “Not one for suspense, are you?” 
“I think I’ve waited long enough,” I dug my nails into my palm. My knuckles were white from how clenched my fists were. “Tell me who it is or I’m leaving.”
“I think you know who it is,” he smirked. 
“It’s Kanato, isn’t it?” He just kept giving me that annoying grin. “Why?”
“I don’t know. Why don’t you ask him? Better yet, expose him for what he is.” That thought did seem tempting. 
“Why are you telling me this anyway? You’re his brother, aren’t you?” I eyed him suspiciously. 
“Yes, but we’ve grown apart over the years unfortunately.” He stands up and walks over to me. His hand rests on my shoulder as he whispers in my ear. “Plus, with him out of the way. I can have you all to myself, little bitch.” 
I pushed him away in disgust. “Don’t you ever touch me again!” I screamed. I was shaking in fear and rage from his words. I ran out of the classroom, hoping to catch Akio or even Ruki before they left. Sure enough, Akio was there at his locker. He was just closing it when I ran to him. I was out of breath, and he seemed to notice I was in distress again. “Akio, I know who it is.” 
“Who is it? What happened? Are you okay?” His hands hovered over me like he was trying to console, but avoided touching me at the same time. 
“It’s Kanato. He’s been following me and putting the roses in my locker. Laito told me.”
“Sakamaki Laito?” Akio asked in confusion. “Why would he expose Kanato like that?”
“He said they aren’t very close,” I explained. 
“What are you going to do now?” 
“Confront him.”
Akio’s eyes widened a bit beneath his messy bangs. “I don’t think that’s a good idea, Lila. Sakamaki Kanato tends to be a little unstable. I would tell a teacher first.”
“But I don’t have any proof it’s actually him! I just know what someone else told me, and that’s not good enough. I need a confession.”
“I’m just worried what he’ll do if you attack him like that,” Akio sighs. I could tell he was frustrated with me, but I wasn’t going to back down. I was tired of feeling helpless. I just wanted my life back. 
I couldn’t sleep when I got home. I was pacing my room while planning out what I’d even say to him. Thinking of a response to every single reaction I could think of. Going through every possible outcome in my head until I spiraled down into the most illogical scenarios. My stomach was in knots and I felt like I couldn’t breathe. I tried to ground myself in every way I knew how. Washing my face, taking a shower, breathing exercises, but it’d all come back to another panic attack. Before I knew it, I had to go back to school. I was so tired that I debated on saying I felt sick, but I knew I’d drive myself crazy if I stayed home. I put on a brave face before heading inside, praying there wouldn’t be something in my locker again. There was another note taped to my locker door. Same child-like handwriting as before:
You’ll be mine soon 💜
Something about those words sent shivers down my spine. I put the note in my bag as evidence for later along with the other one he wrote. Maybe they could match his handwriting if he denied the accusations. I wasted no time heading to my home room. Adrenaline was rushing through my veins as I approached the purple-haired freak. I slammed my hand down on his desk in an attempt to intimidate him. He just gave me a wide-eyed stare with his head tilted. “Stop following me!” I yelled. I could feel the eyes of the other students in the room, but I didn’t care. 
Kanato was quiet for a moment, processing my sudden outburst. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” 
“Don’t play dumb with me! You know exactly what I’m talking about! Your brother told me!” I could hear people whispering now. Kanato kept his expression calm, but there was something in his eyes that terrified me. 
Suddenly, he frowned and looked like he was going to start crying. “I didn’t do anything! Leave me alone!” He yelled, burying his face into his teddy bear. I couldn’t tell if his reaction was genuine or not. Part of me fell for it and felt bad for yelling while another part knew that he was faking. I didn’t know what to do, so I just sat in my seat while people were staring at me. I swallowed the lump in my throat. I felt sick to my stomach. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Kanato looking at me. I should have listened to Akio. I should have told someone besides embarrassing myself like that. Out of all of the scenarios, I never thought he’d react that way. I expected anger or defensiveness due to what people told me about him, but maybe he didn’t want to show that part of himself in public. Maybe he emotionally manipulated others to gaslight me. To make others see him as the victim for being falsely accused. That way no one would believe me or do anything to stop him. I thought I saw him smiling at some point during class. He knew what he was doing.
Hi! I saw that someone recently commented they wanted more of this fic. I currently have ten chapters finished, and they are all on ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/39866499 I also have other fics on there like a vampire AU Hawks x Reader and a Hawks x OC fic. 
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writing reminders
it's ok to write only for yourself
it's ok to not share your writing with the world
it's ok to want validation
it's ok to write self-indulgent stories
it's ok to write only one genre
it's ok to share your writing regardless of your skill
it's ok to praise your own writing
it's ok to abandon wips
it's ok if you don't write every day
it's ok if you write fanfiction (because people who claim it isn't real writing is wrong)
it's ok to use clichés
it's ok to have a bad day of writing
it's ok to be a slow writer
it's normal to have days in which you doubt the things you write, that doesn't mean you're a bad writer
it's ok to ask for feedback
it's ok to cringe at your old writing
it's ok to hype up your writing online
it's ok to celebrate your achievements
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jinxwrites · 1 year
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Reasons to keep writing:
it brings you joy
somebody has to take care of the characters
you have a lesson to teach
it gets you through everyday life
there's people excited for the next chapter
to provide hope for yourself and others
if you don't tell the story, no one else will
it's a way of expressing yourself / what you go through
to make yourself and others feel less alone
people adore your writing
your characters would miss you if you left
nobody can take your place / write your stories for you
to leave something behind to be remembered by
to release your emotions
to inspire other people
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jinxwrites · 1 year
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Things I do as a writer:
Not write
Daydream
Cry over fictional characters
Complain about my book not writing itself
Wait for inspiration
Write a sentence
Scroll through Pinterest
Delete a sentence
Daydream again
Not write
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My brain will just create new WIPs against my will, it’ll just start going, I have no say in which one I work on, in fact, WIP actually stands for Writer in Peril, help
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jinxwrites · 1 year
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when you know exactly how you want a scene to go but as soon as you sit down to write it you are suddenly staring at some of the worst sentences mankind has ever strung together.
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so often when I see people say, "I hate my writing" it's less about the writing itself and more about the fact that its theirs.
that's not bad writing, babe. it's self-hatred. ❤️
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Just daydreaming about your stories or what you want to write truly is being productive despite what your brain demanding immediate results to and gratification from your productivity might tell you, like it lets you work through details, figure out what you want, rotate scenes around and change things up if you're still unsure about them, have a little fun without committing just quite yet, even if it's not being written down, it is being processed in your mind nonetheless and it is contributing to future productivity and the eventual endgame of wherever you want to be going with it all, even if you're not physically interacting with or creating or consuming something at the moment, you are creating thoughts, coming up with the blueprints, and maybe those blueprints won't always come to fruition, but maybe one day they'll help you build something great, or maybe they just brought you some joy or intrigue at the time and that's fine too, and etc, etc, so yeah, let yourself daydream more
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