Part 2| So we got trauma-

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I sighed, sitting down on the bed, my hands covering my face. I didn't want to be found! Now I'm stuck in a god damn orphanage and everyone here is so fake or bratty. Turning to the small mirror provided I looked at myself and instantly regretted it.

Tw: self harm, self hate.

I grabbed the nearest sharp thing and sliced my wrist.. 1, I watched as blood pricked from under my skin 2, the blood came more heavily now 3,4,5,6,7,8,,9 I stopped.

Your so fucking pathetic, I told myself, can't handle a little trauma?! Maybe I should kill myself I mean what's the point?

Nobody wants to adopt the traumatised girl! I'm fucking 10!

I looked at my wrist the blood now flowing freely down my arm dripping into the sink. Grabbing the bandages I wrapped them tightly around my arms, putting my blood red hoodie over me. It was a bit big and I was small so it went down to my knees. Putting jeans underneath I held my breath and walked out into the hall.

A/n: I'm aware that I accidentally put 20 in early for y/n's age however she is 10. This is just for story plot and I've kinda changed it so now it's more of a sbi x reader family? I'll change the title and desc, bye my lovelies!

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