Adora one-shorts

Blurry skys part 1

Context: Bow and the princess alliance finds out Adora's mental health is far from perfect and try to help her. (Set after Adora broke the sword)

THIS IS NOT A ADORAXBOW FANFIC ITS JUST A GOOD FRIENDSHIP BEFORE EVERYONE STARTS QUESTIONING!!

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Trigger warnings:
Sh
Suicidal attempt
Emotional Abuse
Eating disorder ig??
Reckless behaviour

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Read my message at the end!!!

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Her legs feel heavy just like her whole body. Crying in front of people was rare to her.

Do not mess up she said (shadow weaver)

Your shera you got no choice she said (light hope)

Your best isn't good enough said by her friend she thought who cared about her.

But no, why would anyone care? She's shera after all. Even when the red stained scars all up her body stung it's still kept a secret.

Every time she got hurt she never told anyone. Even bow knew how reckless she's being after loosing her sword.

No sleep.

Little to no food.

But not even he knew how badly she really got.

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As she drags herself into her bedroom after fighting all day. She was told to 'sit out'

Like she isn't needed anymore. That she's worthless.

That word glued to her head. But of course she's just being selfish right? After having so many people love her. But for what cost?

Everyone LOVES shera.

But Adora? Well to everyone Adora's just a normal blonde girl who happens to be shera. Shera's cool with long hair and cool outfit. But even she's too useless to keep that name to her.

Her legs give weight as she falls to the ground after opening her bathroom door. Tears falling down her cheeks with scars from battles she's been in recently.

Her chest feeling weak and suddenly heavy feeling like someone was chocking her when really no one was. She couldn't breathe nor talk.

She couldn't even shout for help.

She reaches out to the blade she uses too many times technically but can anyone blame her? Her heart and head in horrible places the best she could do was to torture herself with red thick scars as deep as they could possibly go.

Maybe a little too Deep.

"Shit" she mumbles to herself. Her voice all shaky from the short breaths she could barely even take.

She just stares at the blood dripping down her arms. Normally people would stop by now feeling the such pleasure of relief but suddenly she didn't feel in control of her body anymore.

She cuts deeper in more places up and down her arms. Going to her thighs, she continues doing the same. She smiles with tears going down her face.

Feeling the atmosphere turn from blurry to blurrier from the tears and blood loss, she starts feeling her body lighten but not in a good way.

Then she finally lets go of the blade and tries to stand up luckily she makes it up without falling and goes to clean the blood from her hands. She then stands in front of her shower and turns on the water.