Maeve Smith, a girl who was never the first opinion. Always wanting someone that would put her first no matter what gave up after her parents disowned her. Always envied how the couples she saw in the street hugged, smiled and cared about eachother...
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Mae sobs and takes another sip of her vodka that she found in some of the cabinets. Maybe, just maybe, her mother is right after all. Like, she hooks up with people a lot. Maybe it's because her father left them, or maybe it's because she never felt loved by her parents. She doesn't know but, she's feeling something that she can't explain.
She doesn't know whether she's angry or sad or just hopeless. So she just sits there, against her bath on the bathroom floor, crying and drinking a vodka from the bottle that suits her mother more then her.
She suddenly looks up, puts the bottle down and stands up in her sweats and a hoodie that she found here, she was at her father's old apartment, Sheila gave her the key when she walked upon her doorstep, he used to bring her here whenevershe was sad and bake cookies with her. She looks around the sink and in the cabinet hoping to find something, that can help her feel. She releases an exited breath when she finds a razor.
¡TW!Please skip this if you have a past with hurting yourself, I love you and my DMs are always open, whenever it's on here or Instagram. I love you and I hope that you're all okay.
She smiles, sliding against her bath and rolling up her sleeves. She hesitates for a second before softly and slowly bringing up the blade to her old scars and slides, once, twice, thrice, few more times and her arm is bloody.
She bursts out in tears, not because of the pain but because of the things her mother has said to her. Suddenly feeling angry, she slides the razor few more times, but this time fastly.
She sighs, resting her head on the bath and takes the vodka besides her, takes a sip as the blood continues to pour out of her arm and then she continues to cut her arm. Quickly getting her hand all bloodied up, she moves to her thighs.
After few minutes, she's interputed by the ringing of her phone. She looks at it lying besides her. She smiles sadly at the ID, Tony is calling her. She's sure that he's mad at her because she left him there, her smile disappeared and she hang up. Noticing that the blood on her arms is getting the floor messed up, she stands up, her legs stinging a bit when she moves.
Deciding to take a shower with fresh cuts, she strips and walks to her shower. The stinging hit as soon as she lef the hot water drop made her smile and increase the temperature of the water.
¡TW! OVER Again, I love youand idc if Idk you, you'reamazing and don'tdeserve any if the thingsthat are happening or have happened to you.
After the shower she dresses in new sweats and a tank top, she walks to her father's bedroom and snuggles into the comfy bed with fluffy blankets, hoping to fall asleep.
No one found Mae in her old apartment, she didn't pick up her phone, didn't respond to texts and went off social media. Her brothers, with the help from her friends tried every place in Milano she could be at. Yet, they didn't find her, but now, it's time for the gala that Leo hosts for his good friend that passed. And Mae was supposed to bring the painting she did for her.
Mae sighs as she posts the story and gets her purse from her counter, only Sheila knows where she is, but she swore not to tell anyone.
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