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TW!: mentions of suicide
From a young age, Emmy had come to terms with the fact that her parents wouldn't love or care for her the way they did with her older sister. And boy, did that moment of acceptance hurt. She remembered crying herself to sleep for weeks on end, thinking about what she could have done differently, and if she could get them to change.
Maybe, somewhere way in the future she would find out what exactly was wrong with her, and she tried not to dwell on it much as it instantly killed her mood. But back then, it had consumed an 11 year old Emmy. It was all she would ever think about.
Most days, she would walk around feeling like a zombie, only plastering fakes smiles on her face to whoever it was convenient to. Emmy had went months and years withholding her true feelings about her home life, waving off her problems like it wasn't something to fuss over about.
If you asked her, she couldn't tell you when the last time she felt loved by her family was.
By the time she had turned 14, Emmy had fallen into a deep depression. It had gotten to a point where Demetri and Eli had to come by the house multiple times a week because she wasn't answering their texts or calls. Emmy had contemplated the idea of suicide on more occasions then she'd like to admit, but the angel on her right shoulder always reminded her of all the other people who cared about her.
If it wasn't for Cobra Kai or having those two special boys in her life to give her the push that she really needed to stick up for herself, Emmy knew that she would have killed herself out of pure boredom.
Emmy hadn't even realized that she had started crying as Moon helped redye her blue strand to red until Moon pointed it out. "Emmy, are you crying?"
"What?" suddenly, she felt something wet on her face, and she quickly wiped it, seeing tears had transferred onto her fingertips. "Oh. I am."
Moon immediately took off her hair dye covered gloves, tossing them into the trash can and sat next to Emmy on the edge of the bathtub with worry. "What's wrong?"
Emmy looked at her with sad eyes. "I just really wanna know what's wrong with me."
"Emmy, what are you talking about?" Moon furrowed her eyebrows and rubbed the girl's shoulder in comfort.
"Everyone always chooses Sam over me," Emmy slumped. "They always love her more than they love me. They always care about her more than they care about me. They always compare her to me, and I'm always on the negative side."
Emmy sniffled. "I just wanna know why. Is it because she's prettier than me? Because she's smarter than me? Because she's older than me? Or is it just me? Like, am I the one who's doing something wrong?"
Moon had began to tear up, feeling absolutely heartbroken for her friend. "Oh, Honey..." She wrapped her arms around her, tucking her head under her chin, making sure to not touch her processing hair. "There is nothing wrong with you. I'm so sorry."
