Chapter 2

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⚠️ mentions of self harm⚠️
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I walked into my room slamming and locking the door.

Immediately I started bawling and threw my body on my bed.

"Ava?" My mom said.

She sounded completely broken, I felt really bad. The world famous singer Billie Eilish, was broken.

"W-w-what?" I stuttered in between cry's.
"Can I please come in" she asked.
"I just wanna be left alone!" I yelled.
"I know you do but this is serious! Ok I need to see them! They look really bad!" She sobbed.
"Fine". I said.

I stood up and walked to my door opening it. Immediately I was pulled into a tight hug by my mom and we both started crying.

"Fuck Ava I'm sorry I haven't been here for you I really am!" She sobbed into my shoulder.

I couldn't even say any words I just continued crying.

"Can I please look at the cuts?" She asked.

I nodded my head into her shoulder and immediately she pulled me into my room.

I pulled the hoodie back over my head and my mom stared at the cuts.

"Ava!" She yelled looking at them.
"I'm sorry!" I told her and cried.
"Don't be it's not your fault." She said pulling me back into a hug.
"Can I please get these cleaned up?" She asked me.
"Y-yea" I spoke softly.

We made our ways down the stairs and into the kitchen.

"Put your arms on the counter." My mom spoke.

She grabbed hydrogen peroxide and some bandages.

"This is really gonna hurt Ava" Billie told me.
"I know" I said quietly.

She put a towel onto the counter and poured a small amount of hydrogen peroxide onto my fresh cuts.

"Fuck!" I yelled.
"I'm sorry" My mom said.

I sobbed and buried my face into my other hand.

"I need your other arm Ava" my mom said.

I hesitantly put my other arm up and she looked at me to see if I was ready. I nodded and she poured it on again.

"Mmph!" I groaned.

My mom was tearing up and I threw my head back.

I felt her pick up my arm and wrap the bandage around it, shortly doing the same with my other arm.

"So you and Maya last night?" My mom asked me.
"Y-yea"I said nervously.
"How many times did she..?"
"You really wanna know?" I asked.
"Yes" she said.
"6 times" I mumbled.
"SIX?!" She yelled.
"Yes! Shh!" I whispered.

I heard a knock at the door.

"I'll get it" my mom spoke.

She got up and grabbed the towel off the counter, putting it into the laundry basket.

"Hey?" I heard my other mom say from the front door.
"Hi, can I talk to Ava?" I heard a familiar voice say.

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