princesses and vampires | gerard way✔

45- The Tragic Tales Of Violet

trigger warning; self harm + panic attacks
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After being freed of the locker I was faced with a pissed off Zach

"W-why d-did you l-let me o-out?" I asked trying to catch my breath

"Because babygirl I need you." He cooed and held me around my waist

"I-I-I..."

"Shh baby." He whispered and kissed my neck

What the fuck is my life

"G-get a-away." I demanded

"I don't think so." He replied, his hands traveling to my thighs

I squirmed out of his grasp and ran to my car, escaping the hell I call school
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I need a break, I'm tired of all the Zach shit going on. I looked at the clock to notice it was 10:54. I grabbed my jacket and walked a few blocks to the cemetery.

I sat next to the tree across my mother's grave...I wish she was here. I sighed and tears dwelled in my eyes. I heard a noise in the woods and I turned to it to see a figure with dark clothing.

I started panicking who could this person be. I started feeling like my heart was stretching and my legs were shooting pain into my stomach. My head felt numb and my heart starting beating loudly. I needed my medication.

The figure then got closer but I ran as fast I could which caused my breathing to be even worse to find. When I got to my house I landed on the ground inside and crawled to my bag to get my medicine. I grabbed it, swallowed it dry and sat against the wall. It felt like my mind and heart were racing, I tried to take deep breaths but it turned into gasping for air.

Only one way would stop my panic attack, self harm. So maybe I lied to Gerard, I did self harm.  Once, last time I had a panic attack oddly it helped me.

I walked to the bathroom slowly and took out my blades. I dragged the blade across my arm, leaving blood dripping, and scars. Sure I didn't enjoy it but it sure was better than feeling like I'm dying.

After 3 cuts my breathing evened up and I put the blades away. I cleaned my cuts and put my jacket back on.

I took out my phone, 56 messages

You were so scared, all I did is stand there, you pussy

Well at least I know that figure wasn't a stalker. I didn't even bother to read anymore messages, I deleted them and threw my phone somewhere. I then curled on the bathroom tiles falling into deep sleep.