stereotype - matt sturniolo

❥ 𝒻𝓊𝒸𝓀 𝓎ℴ𝓊

𝑺𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑬𝑶𝑻𝒀𝑷𝑬
(ง'̀-'́)ง

Violet breathes out, exhaling the smoke she's been holding in from the joint she's holding between her index and middle finger.

It's summer vacation and normal families would be spending time with their related ones.

Violet wasn't.

Instead, she was sitting at the top of the highest building in Salt Lake City, smoking a joint, trying to forget; forget about bitches at school and bitches at home.

Her feet are dangling off the edge as dangerous thoughts enter her mind.

What if I jump?

She sighs again before smoking the joint out. she flicks it over the edge and groans as her alarm goes off. time to go 'home'.

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Violet opens the front door as silent as possible, but knows she failed when she hears noice in the living room.

"Yo, sis?" Her brother calls out. "Yeah?" She answers reluctantly. "You got a cig?" He shouts back.

"I'm out, bro." Violet echoes through the house before quickly running off to her room. She closes her door swiftly and quickly locks it just on time.

Her brother starts banging on her door, "I know you have one, violet!" He bangs harder.

"Row, I don't!" Violet says back, her voice trembling slightly. "LIAR!" Rowan shouts loudly, his tone almost deafening Violet.

"Fuck you!"

Violet hums, sliding down her door. She grew up with a hard life, teaching her to just let it hurt and than let it go.

Now, it's a daily occurrence for her to let it hurt and let it go. So barely anything hurts her anymore. And she barely cares about anything anymore.

It's like her life depends on smoking and drinking. She's been using vapes since she was 12 which wasn't really evident to people around her.

She started smoking cigarettes when she was 14, and she started smoking weed at the age of 15 and 6 months.

Her mental and physical state wasn't really that good and it wasn't getting better, so she just stopped trying.

Rowan groans loudly, one last bang echoing through the whole house, convincing Violet his palmaris bravis is bruised.

(asked chatgpt what the side of your hand is called and this is the name of the nerve inside of it🤷🏼‍♀️)

His footsteps recede as Violet lets out a breath she didn't know she was holding in.

She gets up from the floor and changes into her pajamas. She gets under her covers as she mindlessly scrolls through her phone.

She eventually falls asleep with her phone in hands and her curtains still open.

♡♥♡♥♡

a/n: the lore is loring