TW: self-harm, body shaming, etemephobia
Mature story line, do not read if you aren't comfortable with the listed topics as it will most likely be in every part.
Marjorie fell back into the office chair, it had been a long day at work, she had just found out about the nursery merger.
She let out a long sigh, she couldn't wait to go home.
Autumn wasn't in today so she had the office completely to herself.
Usually marjorie enjoyed some peace and quiet, but the silence was deafening. She couldn't keep her mind off her body. She had been shamed about it growing up by her mother, and honestly, she hasn't changed. She thought back to all the times her mum would tell her she looked ugly, or that she should starve. But then on other days, she would force marjorie to eat much bigger meals and have unhealthy snacks. If she didn't eat it her mum would scream at her and send her to her room. Marjorie hadn't realised it back then, but her mum did this because she was feeling insecure, and was in-fact jealous.
Her thoughts were quickly interrupted by a loud, echoing "ping!" from her phone. She looked down and sighed.
"Mum - Facebook"
She clicked on the notification and it was her mother replying to her story, a photo of herself. The message read:
"You look so disgusting in that dress. Marjorie. You should really think about going on a diet."
Marjorie usually brushes off most of her mums snarky comments, but this one cut deep. Marjorie felt insecure in most things she wore, it was reece who told her she looked beautiful in that dress and encouraged her to wear it. This boosted Marjories confidence massively, and she actually felt pretty in the dress. So to see her mum comment on it like that, really hurt her.
She burst into tears. She covered her mouth, careful not to let anybody hear her, even though it was just Charlotte in at the moment, packing everything away. The second Char left, marjorie sobbed and sobbed. She cried so much she felt like she was going to throw up. She sat there for ages just crying, until she finally stopped to get ready to go home. She knew exactly what she was going to do the second she got home.
She quickly texted reece:
M - Hey my love!xx Not feeling up to watching Bridgeton tonight, I'm very tired, just going to go back to mine and go bed x Love you x
R - Okay gorgeous, sleep well! xx
She locked up and went out to her car. She just sat there for a while, head in hands leaning on the steering wheel. Once she finally picked up the motivation, she drove home.
She was home. She practically sprinted up to the bathroom.
She opened up the cubard above the sink and took it out. She rolled up her sleeves and took the blade to her skin. She was still for a moment, not dragging it yet, just pushing it further into her skin. She wondered why she was stuck in this constant loop, why this was her only coping mechanism. She dragged it slowly at first sucking up every last bit of the pain that her head & heart couldn't take. Every so often she would slide it across her wrist super fast. This made the cuts deeper, they hurt and bled much more. Marjorie enjoyed it more then. She started crying again, wondering what she did to deserve this, what she did to deserve such a heartless mother.
Marjorie never bothered about cleaning up, she just wipes the blood on her clothes and calls it a day, which is exactly what she did. She rushed off to bed and cried herself to sleep.
All she could think about was covering it up for work tomorrow.
