This contains a triggering scene read at your own risk.
*Trigger Warning*
Y/N pov
I couldn't take the pressure anymore. My parents want me to be this perfect daughter with perfect grades, perfect hair and this perfect little life and it's like I can't meet their standards. I just can't do it any more.
"Y/N, you need to get your grades together! Don't you want to get into a great University!" My mother questioned me in an angry tone. I took a deep breath to keep myself from crying and looked down at my hands. I heard my father scoff.
"Just go up to your room, I don't want to see you. You are a disgrace to this family." I nodded and got up from the loveseat and walked up to my room. I walked over to my desk grabbing my lighter and a clip I use to hold my hair back then walked into my bathroom. I light the lighter, holding the clip above the flame waiting for it to heat it up. I pressed it to my skin three times. On the third time I held it there for the longest until I felt the heat turned cold. I relit it again repeating the process. As I went to do it for the last time I heard my bathroom door open. I looked up in horror to see Lauren standing in the doorway with the same expression on her face.
"What the hell are you doing,Y/N?"
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