Found

Five

I would suggest playing this song while you read this chapter. Because I am an evil 🍓 like that.
Warning: Suicide and derogatory self views.
Tuesday's P.O.V
It was so hard, every day, trying to keep moving forward like she would want me too.

It was harder after that man took the one thing I could've still called my own. My virginity.

As I sat awake after Mitch faded off into the land of dreams, his voice came back to me.

"I wish, oh how I wish this hadn't happened to you. I know how it feels. I am so sorry this happened."

He cared for me. Even when I was at my lowest. After that, I didn't see any reason to keep living. No. I couldn't offer myself whole and clean to anyone. So I stopped eating. I would eat something here and there, especially if Mitch got it for me. He tried to hide the bruises and limp after he got me something, but I always saw. It made me feel worse. He intentionally put himself in those situations for me.

Then the time he almost died. I never knew dying could be so easy. I mean, he almost did, and it was peaceful. But the thought of him leaving me alone scared me. The day we were rescued, I heard them. Mitch had died. His heart had stopped. While Mitch's heart fought to start beating again, I sat, wrapped in a blanket, drinking it all in. I watched Mitch's pale, blood covered face. He looked so... peaceful.

Nothing helped me control the demons in my memory.

I stopped eating. I was at a dangerous weight. Yes, the hospital fed me and helped me gain weight, but the moment I returned home, I stopped eating, regressing to all of the times that I went without food. I refused dinners, at lunch I hid from my friends.

My friends. I love to think that they were my saving graces, the ones to make it better, but they didn't. They could only try their best.

My mom told me that I could stay home from school if I wanted, but if I stayed home, I would have wondered into the one room that would have been what pushed me over the edge. Wednesday's room. The room that she hadn't inhabited for nearly four years.

My first day back as school was quiet. No body approached me except for the five people I had known for years. My friends.

Thursday was the first one. His eyes watched me, sad. I knew that I was different. I had grown my hair out to cover my ear. I no longer had that "Jedi" braid I had always wore. My skin was covered in scars from years of abuse. I would stand in the mirror as the words 'Ugly', 'Dumb', 'killer' bounced around in my head.

I was the reason Wednesday died. I let those men kidnap her.

Thursday tried. He tried to help me. Tried to make me smile. Tried his damndest to get it in my head that I was beautiful. But he couldn't.

Saturday, in her own roundabout way showed her love for me. She used her presence to keep others away from me, but to no avail. They still whispered, still moved close to take pictures, waiting until the purple haired presence was gone.

"Look at the slut.", "I heard he let a stranger fuck him.", and "They told me he got laid more times than anyone in the school." followed me in the halls, as though any of this was my choice. All of the rumors originated from one person. May.

She hated me and I didn't know why. She started rumors, and made fun of me every chance she got.

But I had an escape. Mitch.

A month after our rescue, Mitch and I got together, just to catch up. That's when I learned that even those like Mitch still have a dark secret.

"Can I tell you a secret?" He leaned forward on his elbows. "But you have to promise not to tell anyone, because then they will try to stop me."