Marjoreece one shots

A girl with clipped wings

A/N: this chapters a little dark I'll do a happy one soon I promise

TW: Sh, body dysmorphia, blood, suicidal thoughts 

Marjorie looked at herself in the mirror longing for change. How could Reece love her? Was it all a joke like high school, did Reece really love her. If Reece knew my faults would he still treat me the same would he still love the sad little girl inside waiting for her happy ending. She stood staring at the body in the mirror, her body. She traced every inch of it, she needed to cry but her eyes were dry of tears. She needed to feel pain.

She opened her draw and looked around to find a blade, I rolled up my sleeves to reveal my healed scars the scars from when she was a teen. I started dragging the blade across my skin applying more and more pressure for each cut made. I was a mess I collapsed on my knees on the bathroom floor the blade still in my hands, tears covered my face bringing relief to the pain I felt not just on my arms but all the built up pain in my heart. 

I really needed Reece but I didn't want him to see me like this I was caught up in my own mess. There was nothing else for me to do I just sat on the bathroom floor sobbing watching my arms bleed endlessly watching the blood draw patterns down my arm and softly falling on the white tiles, like a butterfly loosing its wings. Once the wings fail there is no use for the butterfly except it's beauty, but what am I if I have clipped wings and no beauty. A moth? Moths are overlooked just like me so much to give but given nothing, cares so much just for people to move on the the butterfly the butterfly has no wings but beauty, the moth is just used and left there passed along from soul to soul.

My mind was in a different place I didn't realise Reece had come home and was now standing in the doorway of the bathroom watching me with a facial expression I had never seen, mixed with concern and fear. "Marjorie?" He said, I turned around and fell into his arms sobbing even more than before repeating the words "Reece I am so sorry" over and over. He just held me which was what I needed in that moment.

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The blade became an addiction, an escape from reality. It was unhealthy but it was my only escape I had no one and nothing, I didn't want to lay my trauma on Autumn or Reece they have their own problems. And who am I to lay all my insecurities to my staff I already have the fallout used against me I couldn't live as the girl who is self scented. I couldn't live at all. 

I promised reece I would never harm myself again "it was my first and only time" I promised, but that was far from the truth. Again and again I found myself picking up the blade, getting deeper each time. It was the middle of summer I knew people would start questioning why I always wore long sleeves. And so they did one by one I came up with different excuses, not only did I promise Reece I would stop but after every cut of the blade I promised myself I would stop "just once more and it will stop" I would tell myself, but I didn't stop and soon it became a copping mechanism.

An unhealthy copping mechanism for a girl with clipped wings🦋