Scarlette's Story

Chapter 1

I flopped down onto my bed, groaning. I had just finished doing my homework, which had taken me two whole hours to complete.

Because you're a dumbass

No I'm not, go away. I thought, picking up my phone. There were hundreds of messages. I frowned. I never got this many messages, so how come there were so many today? I swiped on one of the notifications and it opened up Instagram.

"Ur face is glitchy"

"The universe is made up of protons, neutrons, electrons, and morons-like you."

Ah, so my class was having a fight. Well that explained it. Typing a message, I quickly got involved. The girl everyone was mad at (Nicky) thought she was "beating" all of us in the argument. What a fool.

"I wasn't the one who started it" Now Nicky was acting like she was the innocent one...

"Scream into a pillow, maybe." Cordilia, my best friend, told her.

"Point. She has one." Zoe replied.

Cordilia: "That works for me, I'm screaming into pillows a lot. Mostly when my brother is a bitch."

Nicky: "You should get a therapist"

Oh. No. She. Didn't. She did NOT just tell my best friend that she needed a therapist. That little bitch. My fingers flew furiously on the keyboard. However, before I could finish typing out what I was gonna say, I received a text from Cordilia.

Scarlette...

Yeah?

I'm really mad at Nicky, for making fun of therapy

Yeah same, that was so messed up of her

But there's a reason why I'm mad

Why?

Well...

This is really hard for me to say.

You can tell me anything, Cordilia.

I did something...

Something bad...

??

I.. may have...

I hurt myself...

My heart shattered. My best friend fucking self harms. Oh my god. I could barely register what she'd told me, so I reacted just like anyone would.

WAIT WHAT

CORDILIA NO

Yeah..

And I go to therapy.

What happened?

A few weeks ago, I  was just feeling so... bad, idk. So I cut myself. Remember in science class, when you saw my cuts, and I told you it was my dog?

Oh yeah, I remember that

As you know, I went to California last week. Me, my sister, and my brother were in the hot tub. I wasn't paying attention, and my arm was facing up, and my sister saw my cuts. She asked me what they were, and I told her the same lie I told you. She obviously didn't believe me, and she said she "needed to make a call." Later that night, me and my sister were in our hotel room, and she confronted me about my cuts. I played dumb, but again, she didn't believe me. When I came home from the vacation, my parents sat me down and told me they got a phone call from my sister, saying that I had cut myself. I admitted to my parents that I had cut myself, and they said I had to go to therapy. I've been going for the past few weeks now.

Wow.

Please don't judge me... I don't want this to ruin our friendship.

I would never judge you.

Good

The conversation was dying down at this point. I had so much to say, and no way to say it. I wanted to support her, to type out a huge paragraph telling her how beautiful she was and how much I loved her. But I just couldn't find the proper words to use. Instead, I settled for the second best thing-giving her someone to relate to. My fingers trembled a little as I typed:

I have to tell you something too

Yeah?

I also cut.

Omg

It was only once though, I haven't cut again since that day. Remember when I was "limping" that day and sat out in gym? I didn't want to change because I was afraid that people would see my cuts. So yeah...

Is it weird that I'm glad I'm not the only one?

lol no, I feel the same way

We texted like that for a few more hours, telling each other secrets and supporting each other.

By the time I went to bed, it was 12:45 already. I tossed and turned all night, thinking about what Cordilia had told me.

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Ok I know that this is a terrible chapter but I didn't really know what to write because so much happened that day but I don't remember all the details. I'm also really bad at transitions. Sowey

xoxo
~brokenanorexia~