Echo *:*Team Crafted FF*:* [Slow Updates]

Echo *:* Team Crafted FF *:*

Chapter 4: "Don't worry about it."

She doesn't cut because she wants to die; She cuts because she wants to feel alive.

Omniscient P.O.V.

Echo now lay on her back, while Jason just sat on the couch. He just watched her lay there for half an hour, in a comfortable silence. That is, until Mitch walked in.

He saw her and smirked, "Aw, are you trying to get laid? It won't work, your too fat and ugly to be wanted by anybody!" Of coarse he regret his words seconds after he said them. She was too skinny to even be registered as normal. She wasn't the hottest girl that he'd ever seen either, but then again, it's only natural to be different. The rest of stream crafted, save for Ty, came in. The all made similar comments to what Mitch had said.

They saw a tear slide down her cheek, and frowned. "You guys are right. I am useless. I am pathetic. I am ugly. I am fat. And you know what?" she laughed, "I don't care anymore. You all hate me, and for what!? I didn't even do anything to you guys! Why do I deserve this abuse when all I do is put up with you!?"

They flinched at her tone. Never, ever, have they heard Echo raise her voice or cry. She stood up, wobbling. "You wanna know how much I hate me too?" She whispered d three off her sweater. Reviling cuts and scars that crossed her arms. Even the glass bits, which were taken out earlier, left cuts. All of Team Crafted, save for Ty, froze.

None of them meant for her to go this far. Jason frowned, "Pull up your shirt, I wanna see your stomach." She glance  at him from the corner of her eye, and compiled. She pulled up he  shirt, stopping an inch bellow her bra.

It wasn't hard to tell that she had either starved herself, or threw the food up. She pulls  it back down, "Now if you excuse me, I'll be sleeping in Ty's room...since you destroyed mine..."

{Short, I know. Bear with me. I'm not good at this, so give me some feed back.}