GOLD RUSH : a good girl's guide to murder oneshots

WE KNOW, GIRL

another oneshot requested by the lovely @youfavlesbian 🫶‼️

this has heavy warnings for mentions of self harm. please don't read if thag is something that may put you in a bad place! much love
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It was just a surprise visit. That was what it was supposed to be, at least. They hadn't expected this.

Pip was in a hole, and she'd been stuck here for a week. Stuck, and digging deeper.

She was taking pills again, and she was harming again, and nobody paid any mind to her. Not Luna, not the others at school, nobody noticed her changes.

Nobody batted an eye at how her mouth was stuck in a line or a frown, even quivering at times as she held back tears from those hazel-green eyes. Nobody turned their heads at the way her eyes were held heavy, tired, and sad. How the only thing she focused on was the teacher or her book, because that was all there was to focus on. Nobody cared.

After classes, she would go straight home. Do her homework. She couldn't have any free time, or she would go mad. Her schedule was tight.

Go home, do her schoolwork, clean her already too clean room. Clean the rest of the dorm. Put on her running clothes, and go for a run.

A run too long and definitely too fast, just to hide herself from those ghosts and that free time that waited for her at home.

That free time, hiding in the creak of her door opening. Hiding as she hung up her key, and hiding as she turned on the shower. Hiding here, hiding there, and eventually Pip couldn't hide from it any longer, even though it was the one hiding.

Pip had heaved a sigh. Time alone with her mind, wrapping it's grip around her neck and pulling her to the second drawer down in her desk.

"I hate you," she told the air, or maybe she was telling that to herself? as she pulled the drawer open, digging through it.

She lined them up: one pill, a freshly cleaned blade, and a lighter. She hated herself for this. She didn't know why she still did this.

She cupped the Xanax in her palm, pressing it to her lips and dry-swallowing it, coughing once.

This was the hard part. This part...no, she couldn't do this on just Xanax. She needed to numb herself more. Just a little bit more.

She shivered, only wearing a bra and pajama shorts, and stood from where she sat on her floor.

Pip dragged her feet to the kitchen, finding the fridge, finding the bottle of vodka in the back. Her fingers around it's neck, just like she'd imagined her fingers around Max Hastings neck many times before.

One sip, walking back to her room, another bigger one as shuffled to her window, and one more as she opened it.

Another as she inhaled that air, sweet and warm; early evening.

And finally, one more as she stumbled to sit down, replacing the bottle with the blade.

It was finished before it was started, the blood wiped clean before it had a chance to drip down her thighs.

It was the same with her burning, finished and started all the same.

She sighed, another sip of vodka, and the cycle repeated.

"Fuck this -"

The door. Oh, god, her bedroom door was open.

"Pip?" Cara's voice called, only an echo in her mind.