~𝚂𝚊𝚖 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙲𝚘𝚕𝚋𝚢 𝚏𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏 & 𝚂𝚖𝚞𝚝~

𝓢𝓮𝓵𝓯 𝓗𝓪𝓻𝓶 (𝓒.𝓑. & 𝓢.𝓖.)

Trigger warning: self harm, razors, blood, crying, yelling, arguing, angst (I'm not rlly sure if I'm using the right word) btw y'all r bsfs!

Backstory: Sam and Colby are Cass's best friends, they've noticed that Cassandra hasn't been her self for a while. I few days ago Cassandra stopped hanging out with them as much. When the went to her house for something they found her harming her self

I'm sorry ive been kinda dead for a while. I just have had enough time to write anything lately.... I'm really sorry
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But dw I'll try to post every so often!

Name: Cassandra

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Cassandra POV:

"Hey Cass! Are you coming to the party tomorrow ?" Colby asked walking down the stairs. "No. I don't really feel like it. " I said simply."I should go home now. I have to feed (pet of ur choice) " I waved before leaving.

I haven't been hanging out with Sam and Colby as much as usual cause of personal things. I haven't said anything about it to them but I think they noticed.

I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket so I pulled it out. My mom was calling. I took a deep breath bracing my self before answering.

"Hi mom! How are you?" I asked. "Come home now you bitch!" she yelled. "Im going to my apartment.." I mumbled. "I dont care! Come home dumbass!". "Ok! Ok! I'll be there in 5"I hung up and ran to her house as fast as possible.

I moved out when I was 18 cause my mom is an alcoholic and when she's drunk she tends to hit me, yell,punch, blah, blah, blah.

I ran inside to see my mom waiting for me.

I let out a shakey breath and prepared my self as I walked to her.

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I hurried down the street to my apartment hoping no one saw the bruises all over my body. It was 5 in the morning and I could finally go home cause she fell asleep.

I unlocked my door shutting it quietly knowing that my neighbors were probably sleeping.

I walked into my bed room instantly falling onto my bed.

I slept for a good 2 hours before waking up still crying.
All of the images replayed in my head over and over again.

I couldn't handle this anymore. I needed to feel even the tiniest bit better.

I sat up and open one of the bed side drawers and took out my razor blade. I know it's a weird thing to have in my drawer but it's one of my ways to "cope" with all the pain.

I pulled up my sleeve and put the cold Blade on my skin.

One for being "to sensitive" I thought to my self dragging the blade across the skin of my arm. I watched as the blood trickled down my arm and onto my pants smiling in the slightest.

One for being " a bitch".

One for being "a disgrace"

One for being " worth nothing"

One for being "fat"

One for- I stopped my self as some one barged into my room.