Annabelle's pov
"Woah, woah, wait a fucking minute." I said. She looked at me with tired, weary eyes.
"Annabelle, I'm done living like this. So I'll just stop living."
Instantly I was filled with an undeniable mix of rage, sorrow, and (fucking oddly enough) nostalgia. Why? I really don't know. Here is where I can put the 'Insane' excuse to use.
I pulled up the sleeves of my shirt to show here the faded and receding scars covering my arms. I put two fingers under her chin and moved her head so there was no way she could miss them.
"Marisa, do you see these scars? Do you see how they're fading? They're fading because I made a choice. I made a choice to learn to respect myself. I made a choice to try and make a better life for myself. I chose a new life. And you can have a new life to." Marisa started to shake her in disbelief, but I gently held her chin to stop her movements.
"Yes you can Marisa," I continued " Honey I know it hurts, I know you feel terrible but if I, my crazy bitch self-" Marisa giggled at my terminology but I continued, though I was glad she felt better.
"If I can make it, you can too. Marisa the world needs you and you're gonna do great things, you just gotta stick it out okay?" I finished. I stared her down until she looked me in the eyes and gave me a small, but from what I could tell genuine, smile. I smiled back at her.
"Thanks Annabelle." She said softly. I gave her a hug.
"Now get to class, first period started 15 minutes ago." I said in a light but serious tone.
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I know
I know shitty short filler chapter that I haven't updated in months but its summer now so I should be doing a lot more updating and stuff soon soooo.
But yeah if you're actually reading my shit writing you deserve a fucking medallion for getting this far.
So whoop whoop go you!
