𝐀𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 || 𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇 𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐏

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𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇'𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕:

I never, in a million years, would I have thought that Emma was suicidal. Listening to her conversation with Stan hurt, mostly because I've had those thoughts after Katrina, but I never actually went through with them.

*𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐫 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞*

She showed Stan her right wrist, which was okay, although, I did notice a few scars. Most likely from her previous attempts, which, made my chest hurt. But what really worried me was the fact that she wasn't showing her other wrist.

"Emma. Other. Wrist." she hesitated, which only confirmed my thoughts. She cut herself. The first day I arrived at their place, she was wearing a tank top, showing her wrists, but I never really noticed when she began wearing long-sleeved clothes.

She rolled up her sleeve slowly, only to reveal that her wrist was bandaged, with blood seeping through.  What makes it worse, was that it was still bleeding, meaning it was recent.

"It's not what it looks like-"

"Not what it looks like!? Emma, you cut yourself...again!?" I really want to talk, but I know this is a family issue, so I remain silent watching the scene unfold.

"It was an accident, okay?" An accident? How can someone cut themselves like that by accident? Stan then slowly starts to take off the bandages to see that the cut was clearly, not an accident.

"Oh Emma" That's all he says before observing it for a bit longer, then bandaging it up again. She then took her wrist and cradles it before setting it down. It took a lot to not talk to her, or take her hand. Hell, I wanted to yell at her for hurting herself. What's worse, is that none of us noticed. I didn't notice. This obviously happened while I was here, yet, I never noticed.

*𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞*

I watched her walk out of the room with Stan following. They're probably gonna continue the conversation that started in the car. I look at the dagger that I took from her, thinking why she would do what she did.

"What's wrong with her?" Annika says in an amused tone as she chuckles looking in the direction she went. I squint my eyes at her as I get a better hold of the dagger.

"None of your fucking business. And don't be such a bitch about it, you know nothing" I say in a rather harsh tone as I walk out. What can I say, she did sounded like a bitch the way she said that.

Maybe this has to do with her mom. She did mention that her mom died. I walk outside and just look at the sky, taking in a deep breath as I let it out slowly. This just reminds me of that first evening I spent with Emma, and Bullet. The way she described the sky and how the sun hit her face at that perfect golden hour, making her eyes looks like a pool f hunny and her hair almost red.

Fuck, Mitch. You can't go down this road again. You'll only get hurt.

I can't fall for her, or anyone, for that matter. I groan out loud in frustration as I throw the dagger to a tree in anger. I sigh and walk over to the tree.

"FUCK" I yell and punch the tree, over and over until I see crimson blood starting to roll down my knuckles. I then stop to observe my now beaten knuckles. I then look over my shoulder to the small place we're staying at to have a perfect view of Emma through a window.