Penelope Stone. I cannot stand her. It's not like I don't have good reasons though. She has bullied me for the past 2 years of my life . Her and her friends have insulted me nearly every day and sometimes they would even push me around a little . My mom always said to never say you hate someone because it's a strong word you can't take back , but I don't care . I hate Penelope.
I had just got to school and I saw Penelope walking down the hall so I walked away fast because she usually likes to bother me before 1st period , but she didn't keep coming toward me , she turned towards the bathrooms. She was also later than usual, so the bell rang a minute later and despite knowing what was probably best for me , I decided to find out why she hadn't bothered me yet . I walked the opposite way my class was , and went into the bathroom instead. I immediately heard crying and knew it was her . I really did hate the girl, but I still have empathy, so I asked .
" Penelope, are you okay?"
" Who's there ?" She asked through tears .
" It's Cara." I said and she didn't respond.
" Just leave Cara ." She spat out turning defensive.
I was standing outside the stall she was in and as I was about to leave I noticed it on the floor . Blood.
" I'll leave , but do you like , need a tampon or something?" I asked kind of awkwardly .
I heard her sobs get louder and she said , " No Cara ! I'm not on my period."
I knew it could still be something else but I wasn't going to risk it . I've been self harming for a couple years now and I would not leave if there was even a chance that's what she was doing .
" Penelope, I know you're not exactly a fan of me and just want me to leave you alone , and trust me , I wish I could , but I can't until I know the truth. Are you hurting yourself in there ?" I asked , saying the last sentence a little softer.
I just heard tears but that was my answer.
" Please open the door . I can help you ." I said .
She slammed the door open and yelled , " You don't want to help me ! You just want something to use against me so I stop teasing you."
" Yeah you leaving me alone sure would be nice , but no I want to help because I've been there ." I say and roll up my sleeve to show her .
She didn't say anything but just cried even harder .
" So will you let me help? I know how ." I said .
She nodded and I lead her into one of the bigger stalls so we could both fit and if someone came in they wouldn't see . I opened my backpack and got out my makeup bag that had stuff just for this .
" Gimme your arm ." I said , and she held it out for me . " Okay so luckily , you didn't go very deep so these should heal up pretty easily. I'm just going to clean them and you'll be good ."
She just sat there staring at me and then to her arm and back to me , while I wiped all the blood off of her, put medicine on her cuts , and bandaged them .
" Alright you're all done . Don't do this again Penelope. I mean it , you don't want to go down that hole . Just talk to someone instead." I said and put my stuff away to leave .
" Cara , my mom left my dad and I this morning. He sometimes can get a little too angry when things go wrong and he sorta hit me , not like bad or anything, it barley hurt . What hurt was him telling me it was my fault she left and that I shouldn't come back either ."
" I'm so sor..." I said before she cut me off.
" Just wait . I'm so sorry for how I've treated you these past couple years and if even one of those scars on your arms are from me , I won't ever forgive myself. I don't expect your forgiveness, I just wanted you to know I'm sorry and I'll leave you alone from now on . Thanks for helping me , and please don't say anything to anyone about my family. I'll figure it out ." She said , seeming to actually mean it .
" I don't know if I'll be able to forgive you anytime soon , but if you need someone to talk to and nobody else is there , please just call me or whatever, instead of hurting yourself okay ." I said and gave her my number .
I left the bathroom and went to my class as did she . I may hate her for what she's done , but I'll always help her because nobody was there when I needed someone.
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Depression/ anxiety one shots
Historia CortaShort little stories about topics revolving around depression and /or anxiety . TW FOR MOST. This symbol (⚠️ ) , is on the possibly triggering stories . Please don't read if you think it could harm you. I mean it guys, I don't want anyone getting hu...