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<h1>E N D P O I N T</h1> [[START]] [[trigger warning]]

CHAPTER SELECT [[7/8( Eli) part 1]] [[7/8( Eli) part 2]] [[next 22]]

Dear Eli, <i>Dear Eli, I hope you ae doing well dude, I know shit is real tough right now. But don't worry I think things are going to turn out fine, and maybe things wont turn out fine for the planet, but maybe things will just turn out fine for you, like do shit that makes you happy, and not just shit that you think makes you happy but what TRULY makes you happy and enjoy life. so like if the world doesn't end you can say you had the best couple of months of your life, and if it does then you ca live you last moments fulfilled... I don't know if that really makes sense or not. I went off on a YOLO type tangent back there. I think i'm stalling now... The real reason I wrote you this letter was to tell you that I wont be coming home next month, i'm so sorry Eli. I don't think i'm really emotionally ready to go home, especially now... I don't know how to end this letter. Love, Cassidy.</i> [[Next 2]]

This was about a week ago, They got this letter, read it, and then almost through it away. They wasn't mad, in fact, it was exactly what they expected. Their therapist isnt a bad person, there just... not a good Medical professional <h1>A conversation with their therapist </h1> "So how have you been ELi?" She stares at them with this look, that everybody has but they only ever notice with her. "I'm fine" Eli says "How is the situation with your brother doing?" "He's not coming back" "Oh, and how does that make you feel?" "I dont know" <h1>Eli's brother</h1> If they were to be honest, he was Eli only friend when he was still around. [[Next 4]]

<h1>They forgot the name of their therapist </h1> <h4>Eli have been too scared to asked, they started seeing here about two weeks ago. They have already asked once and it would be rude to ask a second time.</h4> [[next 6]]

<h3>Back to that conversation with their therapist </h3> She shifts to her computer and quickly types something down. "Do it make you feel like he abandoned you?" She ask. "No not really" She types some more. She makes some quick glances at Eli, they try to read the expression on her face to see if she is mad. She looks a bit frustrated. They tilt there head down and starts biting their fingernails. "I uhhh," She looks up from the computer "Its uhhhh, I d-don't think I remember your name..." "I-" "And I KNOW that you already told me last week and stuff, but i have a really sh-shitty memory and stuff so can you just please tell me one more time and I promise that I will remember it this time" She glares at them for 7 seconds, they can feel every single cell in their body grow old and die. "Its no big deal. My name is Kate Isaac, but I told you to just call me kate last time" "Oh, thank you so much" "no need to thank me, I can tell that a lot have been going on in your mind as of la-" "I-I think we have like five minutes until the session is over, I'm sorry but I am in bit of a rush today" Kate sighs "Oh, well before you go have you've been writing down your thought into a journal like I asked you to?" "Yeah its been really helpful with all the stuff and things" They say as they slip into their coat Kate types on the computer again "okay so just head to the counter and they'll tell when our next seesion will be, okay" "Yes, thank you so much" "You're welcome, ill see you in a week or two" "You too" Eli says as they exit the room. [[7/8( Eli) part 2]]

TRIGGER WARNING familial abandonment toxic families therapy Scenes that depicts feelings of anxiety Themes of Death, Hopelessness, And the apocalypes [[START]]

<h1>PART ONE</h1> <h2>[ 7 / 8 ]</h2> [[next]]

<h1>Eli lockes the door to their room</h1> They take a deep sigh, and collapse on their bed. For a moment Eli just lays there, they are absorbed in the silence. They make a solf smile as tears starts to well up in their eyes, but before a single drop could stream down their cheeks they wipe their face and launches up from their bed. ELi walks to the dresser in the corner of their room. They pull open a drawer and ruffle through it for a bit before they yank out a notebook. They toss it onto thier bed. They grab a pin, and the notebook and begins writing [[Next 12]]

<img src=https://i.imgur.com/QKTtIRs.png> <h2>[Transcript: I need to write in here more. Its like, what do I write? Everything feels empty, and maybe it was always like that but back then it felt like it was just me y'know? Anyways I don't think I have anthing to talk about]</h2> [[Next 14]]

<img src=https://i.imgur.com/BbjDAU9.png> <h2>[transcripts: I need friends, I want people to care about me, I want to be around people who care about me. i guess i want uncoditional love or maybe conditional, I can work with conditional love. I really want you to care about me. (The royal 'You') it can be debilitating. I don't know. I don't think Kate would care about my imrov poetry. I'm gonna throw this paper away.]</h2> "yoink!" They say as they rip the peice of paper out of the notebook and cruble it into a little ball, they then precde to toss it at the trash. It unsurprisingly hits the side of the can and bounce back on to the floor. <img src=https://i.imgur.com/RG3JX5n.png> [[Next 16]]

<h1> and for a moment there is a stillness</h1> It is soon interupted <h3> Their mom call them from the living room</h3> <img src=https://i.imgur.com/LHC1HJa.png> They take a deep sigh and walk into the living room [[Next 18]]

<h1> A coversation with Their mother </h1> "Hi mom" They say in a monotone voice. "Hey, honey can you go to the store and pick up some groceries" "Sure mom" "Whats with the additude" "What additude, mom?" Still on a monotone voice. "Do you think i'm a idiot!" She snaps. "Nope" They say with simultaneously zero and every emotion They reach into their mother purse and pull out a key ring, there is aboout fourteen keys on the ring, all different variations of bronzes and silver, about four actually still useful They make a subtle B-line for the door before their mother can make another weirdly aggressive comments. [[next 22]]

<h1>The car smells like cigarettes</h1> And it is etrememly// potent// too, as soon as you open the door is smacks you in the face like a semi-truck, like //BOOM CANCER!!!// after a while they will eathier get used to the smell or get a headache because of it. [[Next 24]]

Calling this a car would be generous/ to be honest/ it takes about 10 minutes to get it to move, one of the wondpws of the car has been broken oput