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This chapter includes self harm and really suicidal thoughts
"What the- WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU?!" he shouted, immediately getting a bandage and covering my bloody knee "I thought you wouldn't care. After all I'm just a "brat" towards you RIGHT?! LEAVE ME ALONE ALREADY IF YOU JUST THINK THAT!" I shouted, immediately getting up and leaving towards the hotel, shutting my door locking it and closing the window so that he wouldn't try anything. I hate him. Why is he even doing this if he thinks I'm a brat. He shouldn't be taking care of me. He's stupid. It's probably all lies he's telling. He's just trying to gain my trust. Maybe everyone is. What if their just using me. They think I'm dumb they think I'll just be fooled like that. I'm not a toy. I'm not a toy I'm not a toy. But I never had free will before this right. The show was scripting Me to do those things right. I'm a stupid toy. A stupid character.  I'm nothing but just a pathetic plot key. They don't actually want me here. Nobody does. Nobody will ever want me here.........
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I grabbed the knife.
I slowly looked at my reflection. Nothing but a stupid pathetic idiot.
I should have known.
I'm so pathetic.
Pathetic pathetic pathetic pathetic pathetic pathetic pathetic pathetic pathetic pathetic pathetic pathetic pathetic pathetic pathetic pathetic
The knife cut my wrist slightly. More. More More More More. I did more I needed to do more. Nobody will be satisfied. Your a dumb idiot nobody loves you Nobody will ever love you.
CRASH!
I felt someone knock the door down, I heard voices but mainly knifes. He went near me and hugged me apologising, he bandaged me checking If I was ok.
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I passed out.