Scars [h.s au]

Prologue

A/N
There are some parts of this story that could upset some readers. It includes cutting, suicidal thoughts and depression. There are major triggers throughout this story so read at your own risk,
Thank you xx

Electra Coleman

*4 years ago*

"I Heard you started slicing your wrists? Why don't you make it your throat next time?" Brittany laughed. I looked down at my covered wrist and cringed as she grabbed them both between her scrawny hands. She pulled up my oversized jumper and looked down at my fresh cuts. "Awe, is someone feeling a little down in the dumps lately," she pouted, making fun of me. Her minions laughed from behind her.

She pressed her bony fingers onto the cuts harshly, making me wince in pain. I didn't speak a word, scared of how my voice would sound. I never spoke back to her and that wasn't a good thing. She feeds off of my fear for her and from the misery she causes me. Talking back to her seemed impossible when she was so superior. Because she hates me, everyone hates me and I don't want anymore rumour going around about me. There were already too many to count.

She took away her fingers and smirked at me. My eyes were glazed over like newly cut glass but I couldn't break down... Not here.

"Why don't you run home to mummy and she can bandage those up for you?" She pouted again before laughing and strutting off into the school. I was only 14 and I already had so much to deal with.

With the death of my mother, my fathers betrayal and my brother turning to drugs at 16, I feared I wouldn't last much longer in this cruel world. But my mother always told me that God only gives you what he knows you can handle, so I'm going to persevere and deal with whatever he has to offer.

I know this chapter is short but the ones that come later will be a lot longer. Thank you so much for reading,
Olivia 🙈