⚠️TW⚠️abuse,self harm,anorexia.
You wake up to your alarm. "Shit!" You say because you think it just woke up your father. Sure enough you here his stomps coming towards your room. " TURN THAT SHIT OFF!" He says slurring his words from the alcohol still in his body from last night while banging on your door. Your half asleep but manage to hit dismiss with that you think he'd finally go away but no he just keeps yelling. Fuck he must've drank alot last night and that's never good for you in fact only makes the day worse dreading what will happen after school.
Managing to get up legs still soar from the "fall" down the stairs. You walk to the bathroom and do what you do every morning grab the razor from under the sink and blame it on the nonexistent cat than pull out the scale and see if the numbers go down or up when they go down you feel the proudest ever but when you see them go up, like today you cant help but sob you know this will make you late for school but who gives a fuck anymore you take the razor and go deep and you see the blood spill and get a sense of relief but not for long until you remember blood isnt your weight so you get up wash off the blood and damp it clean with tissue.
You walk into your room again and put you ear to the door and see if you can hear your dad and ofc he's still there so you move as quietly as possible and being a total 98 pounds at 18 you'd think that'd be easy but when you live in an old house such as this it's nearly impossible and your dad loves it "asshole" you think ti yourself and being to distracted with your hate you move onto a squeaky part and you dad immediately starts yelling again and you know hell burst through the door any minute "there goes that lock" you say to yourself. No matter how many times you added locks to your door he ends up braking them.
You open the window quickly grabbing your bag and throwing it down. "OPEN UP" you hear your dad yell as you jump out. Holy shit no matter how many times you've done this it always hurts like hell. You attempt to get up only then realizing the pain in your ankle that shoots up your entire leg. Before you can walk/attempt to run you here your dad yell "TAKE THIS" than feel something hit your head you feel your head that's now shooting in pain something sticky... "oh blood great just great!!!" You think to yourself. You see what he threw and it's your phone for once your actually a little happy. You have a good case so it ain't broken! Shit it's cold I'm gonna call my bff to pick me up.
This is my first fic howd I do? If you have any ideas for this or any other five I'm glad to take them! And I know sarah isnt in the story yet sorry buy i
promise she will be (eventually)
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Fanfic(y/n) is in an abusive household and with her dad being the teacher it's hard to find an escape until she meets a teacher who she feels is trustworthy and maybe even a little cute. The teacher's friend Cate is determined to help you also and this ma...
