I Almost Do (A Pierce The Veil Fanfiction)

Chapter 1- Low

Finally chapter one. So sit down and shut up.
kidding ily
HAPPY NEW YEARS YOH
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Ugh finally

I finally bring the cigarette to my lips, allowing the chemicals to set in my chest. I breathe out, making small rings of smoke with my lips.
I fiddle with the lighter and grin, staring out my attic window.

Now I know what you're thinking, but its just so I don't stink up my room with it.

My parents would kill me.

I glance down to my arms, my wrists are littered with old scars. I don't do that anymore, smoking is far less harmful

(sorry just felt like popping in to say; neither of them is good for you. This is from the characters propspective NOT mine therefore all opinions are NOT mine. If you get triggered by anything in this story STOP reading)

A knock at my door makes me flinch, I drop the cigarette out the window, slamming it shut, I throw myself on my bed and pull out my phone.

"Come in" I shout. The door opens slowly and I smile. My brother; Jesse wanders inside. "Hey Jess" I say, patting a spot next to me. He sits down quietly.

"Scar-" Jesse starts. I groan slightly, only I'd hear it though.

"Marc again?" I ask softly. He nods and I stroke his head. "Is it getting worse"

Jesse nods again.

"You're not going to hurt yourself again right?" I ask, my voice trembles and I begin to worry. Jesse suffers from depression and anorexia nervosa.

"I-I don't know Sc-Scar. Hes getting worse and I-I want to e-en-e-end it all" he stammers.

"Never talk like that." I snap. Tears brim both of our eyes, I stand up and grab one of my profanity filled sweatshirts, this one is a grey crewneck that is marked with the F-bomb all over it.

"W-what are you doing?" he asks as I slide a few pins into my bright purple hair.

"School" I mutter. Jesse stands up and I follow him to my Father's car. I can't technically drive alone yet but neither of us cared.

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Marc was a tenth grader. A tenth grader with a hopeless crush on an eleventh grader AKA me, who picked on her ninth grade brother. Jesse rubs his mousy brown hair and smiles slightly at me. I nod at him.

"Wait here" I grin, he does too.

Marc is sucking some girls face when we arrive, leaning against the portable. I recognize the girl as Helena Baret. She had her long black hair in a braid, her tanned skin was nearly concealed by Marc's pale skin.

I clear my throat with a loud ahem

Marc spins around, thrusting Helena off of him.

"Scarlett" he smiles, Helena gives me a horribly annoyed look and I smile visiously back at her. She coils back.

"Marc what is this I hear about you teasing Jesse again?" I ask, my voice is at a normal level right now, a little quiet if you ask me.

"He has scar-"

"On his wrists?" I ask my voice calm.

"Stomach and thighs too" Marc nods.

"Wanna know why?" I ask him.

"He's weak." Marc spits. I allow my fist to collide with his jaw.

"He's strong. That's why, he has inner battles every day because of pricks like you. You make his life miserable and make him think he's not worth it." I allow my fist to connect with his jaw again. "You make him upset. You hurt him so bad he hurts himself. You are the reason he is sad Marcus" I spit.