T/W : self harm. and mentions of SA. if that makes you uncomfortable skip this chapter please.
mary's pov:
blood. first thing i see. bright. red. blood. i look at y/n and she's shaking and crying and hyperventilating and covered in blood. "p-p-please don't b-be m-m-mad at meeeeee." she cry's in between breaths. she continues, "p-p-please don't h-h-h-hurt me. i'm s-s-sorryyyyy." she wails. my heart shatters. i walk over to her and she shields herself with her knees. i bend down. she's having a panic attack. i rub her back. "sweetie, you need to breath okay? just take deep breaths. in and out. in and out." i rub her hair and feel her breathing get slower. she hasn't stopped crying, though. while she's calming down, my eyes shift over to the object next to her. a razor. my eyes shift again. cuts on her wrist. she was doing self harm. this angel was hurting herself. i feel tears down my eyes but i quickly wipe them. i run to the laundry room and grab some black towels and my first aid kit. i run back to the bathroom to see her in the same position. blood everywhere. i quease at the sight but take a deep breath. i sit on the floor in front of her. "okay love. i'm going to need you to breathe okay." she looks at me and nods, tears streaming down her face. i wet the hand towels and wrap them around her arms and start wiping the blood. i grab the dry towel and dry her. i grab some bandages and wrap them around her arms. i clean up the bloody mess and look at her. "all cleaned up." i smile. she looks scared. she starts panicking again. "please don't be m-m-mad. i promise i'll be good. please don't hurt m-m-me. please. i'm sorryyyy." my heart is getting heavier. i sit down behind her and lean on the wall. i cry a little, but quickly stop. i pull her into a hug and start running my fingers through and her and rubbing her head while she cry's in my arms. i hold her until she calms down. i stay holding her, not letting her go. "y/n?" i say quietly. "yeah?" she responds. i sigh in relief. "do you want to talk about it? is there something going on at home?"
y/n pov:
"is there something going on at home?" the words ring in my mind. over and over again. "y/n?" i snap out of it. "actually, i don't even have a home." mary's face gets a confused expression followed by remorse and shock all at the same time. "i'm sorry honey, i don't know what you mean." "i mean, i live in a orphanage. i'm the oldest and life just ain't great there. my parents left me when i was young and i get treated badly. just today when i was on the phone with ms. whitetaker- she's the lady in charge- she told me no one cares about me and she doesn't care what happens to me and that's why my mommy left. and she starves me to. she starved me not to long ago for not cleaning a water spill i didn't even know about. she starved me for a whole week. she abuses me, as well. she expects me to do everything like i'm cinderella. she hates my guts and she's so abusive towards me, but all the other girls she loves. i was the first orphan there and she's always saying, "you were the first one here, but you can sure as well be the first one out." and then she puts her finger on her neck and makes a tearing sound and i started doing self harm when i was 10 because i found her razor and she caught me and she beat me for it because i got blood on her floor and i did it a couple more times and then last month she caught me again and beat me until i couldn't walk and then i relapsed today after getting a flashback and i'm so sorry i really didn't mean for this to happen and i don't want you to hurt me please don't hurt me i know i'm worthless and no one cares about me i get told that everyday and you're the first person who knows i'm an orphan and who i told and i really don't want to go back there please don't make me go back there please she hurts me and last week she brought a man in and he did things to me and it hurt and i'm scared i'm really scared." i broke down in mary's arms, her warmth comforting me. she just held me until i could breathe again.
