Ella's Age: 16
Setting: Home, NY
TW: discussion of SH
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POV: 3rd person
The soft strains of a guitar wafted through the house, blending with Taylor Swift's hum as she ascended the staircase. She knocked lightly on Ella's door, but the usual invitation to enter was replaced by a hushed silence. Concern creased Taylor's forehead as she slowly pushed the door ajar.
"Ella, mind if I come in, sweetheart?" Taylor asked softly.
Ella's room, adorned with posters of some of her favorite music artists, seemed quieter than usual. Ella, hunched over at her desk, swiftly pulled down the sleeves of her hoodie.
"What's going on, honey? Something on your mind?" Taylor gently asked her daughter, seeing her face stained with tears.
"It's nothing, Mom. Just tired." Ella responded, hesitantly, trying to get her mother to drop the subject.
Taylor's intuition kicked in, sensing there was more beneath the surface.
"Ella, you can talk to me. I'm here for you, no matter what."
Ella shifted uncomfortably in her chair, eyes darting away from her mother's concerned gaze.
"It's stupid, really. I can handle it," Ella whispered softly.
"Nothing you're feeling is stupid, sweetheart. We all have tough moments. Share it with me; we'll get through it together," Taylor said attempting to comfort her daughter.
Ella sighed, her defenses crumbling.
"I've been struggling, Mom. I didn't want you to worry," Ella admitted, her eyes getting teary.
Taylor knelt beside her daughter, wrapping her arms around Ella.
"You're not alone, Ella. What's going on? Let me help," Taylor said, trying to get answers from her daughter.
Ella hesitated, then slowly rolled up her sleeves, revealing the painful truth written on her wrists. Taylor's eyes widened, her heart sinking.
"Oh, sweetheart..." Taylor whispered, grazing her fingers over her daughter's scars, some old, some new.
"I didn't know how to tell you. I felt so lost," Ella admits, starting to get choked-up.
Taylor held Ella tighter, the room filled with a shared vulnerability.
"We'll face this together, okay? You're not alone, and we're going to get you the help you need. I love you, Ella."
"I love you too, Mom."
United in their struggle, mother and daughter embarked on a journey of healing, their bond growing stronger with each shared word and comforting embrace.
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