⚠there will be sh in this, the f slur and mental/physical abuse so if you aren't comfortable you can skip ⚠
Anne pov
Mr Wilson called my mom as I sat in the office. I tries to explain but he won't listen . My mom gets here "ANNE BOONCHUY. YOU BETTER HAVE BEEN BEHAVING" my mom yells. I hate my mom. I wish dad was here. I fucking hate my mom. "Anne boonchuy. What were you thinking! You're such a disappointment" mother says I am so close to tears right now. "Mrs boonchuy... I called you to tell you your daughter ran out of the class after taking something from the teacher.. " Mr Wilson says as he passes the notebook to my mom... Shit shit shit. "What is this Anne? " my mother asks "My journal... The therapist said to have a journal" I say "Bullshit you don't need one. Your so dramatic" I swear I'm about to lose my shit. "Um. Mrs. Boonchuy is normal for people's to cope like this I just hate how she ran out the class. " Mr Wilson said. "I don't fucking care! " my mom yells. I start to tear up until I realized she's at the page about marcy... "Anne.. Savisa.. Boonchuy.. YOU LIKE GIRLS?. YOU FUCKING FAGGOT! " my mom yells. I start crying. "Mrs boonchuy. Calm down. " Mr Wilson says before my mom cuts him off "Anne boonchuy we are going home. Right now. " my mom says
We get home after a long yelling session in the car. My dad's here. "what happened!" My dad yells "ANNES A FAGGOT!SHE'S A DISAPPOINTMENT" my mom yells "THERE'S NOTHING WRONG WITH LIKING THE SAME GENDER BUT YOU CAN'T SAY THAT. " my dad starts yelling.. It becomes a heated argument. I walk into my room and grab my phone.
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I can't tell them. I want to.. I need to..
Marcys pov I'm crying.. Why... I will ask Anne tomorrow at school. I hope she's okay.
Anne pov I can't think. I grab my blade and slit my wrist. Over and over. Blood dripping down my wrist. I wash it and disinfect it. I pass out due to the loss of blood. I wake up 2 hours later. Nothing from my parents. They're still arguing. I check my messages.
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I'll tell them tomorrow.. I take my pills and go to my bed put my headphones on and cry. Just cry and cry.. My mom walks in and she has a belt. "Let me see. " my mom says "See what" I cry. She grabs my wrist and sees. "YOUR SO FUCKING DRAMATIC" she yells. She beats me with the belt until I just can't feel it anymore. "Fucking faggot" my mom says. She walks out and I start to do the only thing I can do now. I pack my bags....
A/N this took a really long time and I'm getting back into the writing so I would like to say that! I don't get my phone often so I'm sorry if I post late
