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You and Peter had been dating for a while now, and things were staring to get a little bit rocky, you'd say. Arguments started to become more and more frequent and over such small things too. There were many issues in the relationship at the moment and you always thought that you could get through them.
Until something happened...
He started becoming distant, stopped talking to you, kissing you or sending you goodnight texts. He acted as if you were invisible, the boy that you'd spent so long caring for, so long dating over and loving, slowly slipping away from your grasp and would soon be out of reach.
It was unbearable to watch him become happy with new friends and girls while you just sat there, more miserable as the days crawled by. Every minute of every hour seemed to last a lifetime, it got the the point where you could handle it any more. The pain was treacherous, intolerable and overpowering.
You felt numb. You just wanted to feel something again, something with him.
Although the two of you had never officially broken up, you were 100% certain that it was over, with the amount of girls that he was now so extremely invested in. Now, not ou did Peter not talk to you, but neither did your best friend, his sister, Susan, nor did Edmund or Lucy.
You and always been a second big sister to Lucy and now... she was oblivious to you, as if you had dissapeared.
-⚠️ SELF HARM ⚠️-
You had arrived home from school, finally fed up of the torture that you had been put through with the whole Leter situation, it was time for you to let go of that lifeline and except that he didn't want you, Susan didn't want you, nobody wanted you, wants you.
You turn on the shower and strip yourself of your clothes, stepping into the hit water, as it trickles down your legs and spine, your hair letting loose from the bobble.
You picked up your black razor and stared at it, knowing that it was wrong to do this, but also feeling that you had no other option than to hurt.
You guided the blades down 6our arms and legs, many cuts grazing the surface, blood beginning to pour out slowly, the red splodges trailing down your arms, the sting of the water entering the cuts.
The next day would be horrific.
-⚠️ END OF SELF HARM ⚠️-
As you had though the next day wasn't going too well, just to your luck, you had Physical Education, meaning, drumroll please, short sleeves.
Everyone had called you many names, scar girl, depresso, attention seeker, slag, cunt, a fake fuck. Anything you could name, they had called you.
Just as if the day couldn't get any worse, Peter patted you on the shoulder, his face dropping from a smile to a shocked look as he saw your arms.
"Go away, Peter, you don't care about me," you snap, turning away from him and beginning to walk off.
He grabs a hold of your wrist before you manage to get further enough way drom him, a sting traveling through your nerves.
"Ow!"
"Sorry," he apologises. "Genuinley, I'm sorry, I was forced to stay away from you and I wish you'd have told me about this whole sled harm thing. Why? Why, Ellie?"
"Because nobody wants me, Peter! You can say that you were forced to stay away all you want! But I opened up to you! Told you all my secrets, loved you, and that still isn't enough! What more - within reason - do you want from me!?" You shout, his face turning into a sorrow-filled glare.
"I'm so sorry, El, really, I am, just please, give me a change to prove myself to you," Peter begs.
"Later," you say, walking off and leaving him alone in the empty classroom.
