Room 210- Wednesday morning

As someone who kept a lot of stuff nice and repressed hidden, today was kind of Sabine's nightmare. In a way it was worse than truth say, because at least then the people around her either made themselves scarce or respected her boundaries enough not to take advantage. Today just meant she'd be minding her own business and suddenly have a crate marked "mommy issues" or whatever on it and she did not need that.

At a certain point she just began piling them up, the words on them carefully hidden facing her, and she set the tarps down before getting on the floor and painting the bags. At first she just used random colors and patterns, but after a while it seemed to be more like she was decorating them how they made her feel, which was a nice kind of catharsis if you were the kind of person to admit to that sort of thing.


[Been waiting for this since I wrote up my app tbh. Open!]