001/ peter ballard | one shots

disorders

okay so before i start this story doesn't have any smut, it discussion some mental disorders: sh, eating disorder, ptsd, mention of rape, drugs, and alcohol.

i woke up from my bed, feeling like shit. I haven't eaten in 3 days, i hated my body sm. I heard a knock at my door "come in" i yelled, peter walked in "breakfast time, yn" peter said "ok" i whined getting up. I walked with peter to the dinning hall i walked in and grabbed a tray and sat down at a table by myself picking at my food. Peter pulled a chair and sat next to me "yn, you need to eat" peter said. "i already ate" you said getting up and throwing away your food and placing your tray on the rack, and went to the rainbow room. I saw eleven and sat with her "you look sick" eleven said, it wasn't the first time someone has said this to you and it honestly made you feel worse about yourself.

Peter came over to you and eleven "005, papa needs to see you" he said, you got up and he took your hand and walked with you to papas office, you both walked in and peter shut the door behind him and stood next to papa while you sat in a chair in-front of his desk. "005, i've noticed that you have been wear long sleeve's for the past week, is everything okay?" papa asks, you nod. "really, because you haven't eaten at any meal times" peter speaks up, and papa looks at him, then at you. "005, we are really worried about you" a bunch of bull shit you thought. "i know you didn't exactly have the best life before you came here, but we care about you so much" peter says.

flash back--

before you came to the lab your didn't have the best life, your mom died when you were 13 and your dad went insane. he would rape you some nights, then abuse you the next. Your dad was a druggie and an alcoholic, most nights he wouldn't even be there and you spent most nights crying on your bathroom floor. As you got a little older, you started becoming like your father. You started drinking, doing drugs, smoking weed, and getting into trouble. Your aunt whom decided that she didn't want to keep bailing you out of jail, she brought you to a mental hospital, where they soon discovered that you have abilities and brought you into the lab.

present--

you sit in the chair in papas office and lie to him that your okay and just haven't been feeling good. How the fuck did i get out of that one you thought. I was told to just go back to my room for the rest of the day to 'get some rest' . Once I made it back to my room i bawled my eyes out, i just kept crying. I got up and went to my bathroom leaving the door slightly open, i opened the drawer to my bathroom counter and pulled out a glass shard, i ran the glass shard over my wrist and pressed it against my skin, it ran a red flowy trail of blood. One cut after another i put the shard away in my drawer, as soon as i stepped out of my bathroom i was met with peter, he had tears in his eyes and looked down at my left arm, i quickly covered it but i was to late. A part of me wanted someone to notice, but the other half of me knew that if someone found out it would be bad. But it was too late, someone already found out.

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sorry this one is a sad one

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