After a few minutes of silence, Cordelia finally dared to open her mouth. "Have you done this before, Mallory?".
Nod.
"Have you been doing this for a long time?"
Nod.
"Can I help you?"
Shrunk.
Cordelia's eyes fell after your response to her question. Much to your surprise, she then grabbed your arm and helped you up, heading towards the sink. "We need to clean this, in case it gets infected," was all she said. The water stung a little, but not too much. None of you said much. After bandaging your wound, she looked you in your eyes and hugged you again. "Mallory, you're not alone in this, you know that right?". You broke the hug and looked straight into her eyes. She probably thinks you're crazy, you should just kill yourself. Cordelia then lifted her shirt, revealing tons of angry, red scars across her ribs and down to her hips. "We all have demons, Mallory," Was all she said. You gasped. "I thought, when you become the supreme, it heals all scars?" You say, obviously confused. Cordelia, of all things, let out a laugh. "Only the scars from before you become supreme,". Oh. Oh. You hadn't expected Cordelia to reveal this side of herself. She was the headmistress, after all. Your thoughts were interrupted when Cordelia took your hand and brought you out of the bathroom, locking the door. "I'm going to help you, Mallory,".
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Demons of our own.
Kısa HikayeCordelia finds Mallory on the bathroom floor, covered in blood, with a blade beside her. It's revealed that not only Mallory has this problem. This story deals with heavy language, referenced self harm (not much) and mention of scars, so if any of t...
