(18-17) + 1 = 2 paragraphs from Goth of Christmas PastWIPpet Context:
I’m still snipping Goth of Christmas Past—and also still playing around with the cover to see if I can increase the readability of the title. I might get it to something I’m happy with before December…
This is another snippet of Jay. It comes a few paragraphs after last week’s, so again, there is passing reference to self-harm.
Here’s the blurb for further context:
Black hair and band hoodies had a lot to answer for.
That day, eleven years ago, when Gothboy mooched into their business studies class for the very first time, Krissi had taken one look at him and thought, What a freak. He’s so cool!
Now in their mid-twenties, Krissi Johansson and Jay Meyer are successful businesspeople and still best friends. But while one of them is moving forward with their life, the other is sliding ever backwards…revisiting the past and wallowing in regret.
Worse still, it’s Christmas—happy joy joy everywhere! Yay. >.<
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When Jay got caught out, they—the all-seeing, all-knowing, ‘because we care’ do-gooders—said they understood he was in pain, but he needed to find safer ways to address it. Take a cold shower, squeeze ice cubes in his fists, hit the wall with a pillow, and sometimes those things did work—for a little while. When they’d found out he was still doing it, they’d decided he was like all the others, doing it for attention. A few surface scratches—oh, look, I rolled my sleeves up without thinking, quick, push them back down, check if anyone saw… But attention was the very last thing he’d wanted.
Krissi knew. She never actually came out and said so, but Jay could tell from the stuff she did and said. She’d once told him, ‘I really admire you. I became a goth, to be like you,’ which was mental. She was so confident and liked it when people noticed her, while he’d always wanted to shrink away out of sight. Of course, being the only kid in school who wore black—well, until The Black Charade came along—made him stand out even more. He was different, and there was no point pretending he wasn’t. If the bullies didn’t pick on him for how he looked and his musical interests, they got him for something else—his epilepsy, being crap at sport, not having a girlfriend, or whatever. In the end it didn’t matter why.
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