Adopted by Gladers

3- Ki Hong knows?

Above is Margaret's room. Just so you know... And if you can be triggered by anything, please skip this chapter. I'm not going to put trigger warning at each trigger so be careful if you choose to read this. There is going to be a lot of triggering sentences and I don't want my readers to hurt themselves. So,
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Please skip this chapter if you can be triggered. And I'm always here for you.

Margaret pov

I still don't feel exactly comfortable with the three boys. They don't seem responsible enough to take care of themselves. Especially if they find out...

That's not the point. If I get sent back to the orphanage, then I get sent back. It happens a lot to my friends. Mainly because the parents were incapable of caring for a child. But one with depression?

"Margaret! Supper!" Thomas calls.

I groan. The last thing I want to do is eat. People didn't adopt me for the soul reason that I was fat. These boys are no exception. I don't think at least.

"Margaret? Are you coming?" Dylan says softly at my door.

I nod and let him lead me to the kitchen. Thomas and Ki Hong look like they want to devour the pizza with their eyes. I guess they were waiting for me.

"I know it's the weirdest thing ever, but I'm allergic to pizza." I say. Mostly true.

The boys gasp. "That's not possible!" They say in unison.

"I'm allergic to egg and pizza has egg in it. Even if it's cooked, I'll die within forty minutes." That's completely true.

"I can make you a sandwich. Or something else if you want." Ki Hong offers.

"No no. You guys go ahead. I ate before we left. I'm not hungry. Sitting with you guys is proper manners so I'll stay I guess..."

Ki Hong looks at me suspiciously.

"Ki Hong. I'm fine." I insist.

"One, call me Ki. Ki Hong is so formal." He says the last sentence like a snobby teen girl. "Two, I never said anything. You can go if you want." He still looks suspicious. Oh well.

I nod and leave. I want to get as far away from the guys as possible. My suit case is on my bed, still unpacked. The blades should be in there. I dig around until I cut my finger against one. I take it out and head into the bathroom.

Before I know it, the smooth metal is sliding across my skin. Once for leaving the orphanage. Twice for lying. A third for being fat. And one for each of the boys that adopted me.
I didn't even notice that Ki came in to the bathroom.

"What are you doing?!?" He whisper shouts.

Shit. They weren't supposed to know. The blade falls from my hands, blood dripping down my arm. He knows.

"Don't tell them." I mutter. I can't even look at him. This is when they take me back.

But he says something unexpected. "I won't. I promise." He puts whatever he was holding down and gets a bandage for my arm. He wraps it expertly. "Can I tell you a secret? Only the boys know this. (A/N THIS NEVER HAPPENED [i don't think] BUT ITS FOR THE STORY!! Completely made up, don't leave a comment saying that it didn't happen.) I used to self harm. I suffered depression. It was hard. My thoughts were telling me that I was too fat. I wanted the voices in my head that were telling me those thought, to stop. I cut and tried to commit suicide once. The boys found out, and know I am happy as can be." He shows me the light pink scars that are barley prevalent on his arm. "But I know that it would be easier for you to tell them. I'll give you until the end of the week, then I will tell them. Okay? Do you understand?"

"You're not going to take me back?" I ask gently.

"Never would."

"I'll try."

Ki knows. That story about Ki is fake ok!! Don't leave that comment saying that it's not accurate. It's for the story.
Alacazzam.