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

Echo *:*Team Crafted FF*:*

Chapter seven: "Self-Harm issue's"

Someway, somehow, we've fallen out. Caught in between my enemies.

Omniscient P.O.V.

Jason and the boys grinned as they made their way to her room. They planned on making today an easy day for Echo. They even did the dishes that she said she'd do. Jason knocked on her door. No response. He knocked again. No response. He knocked again. No response.

Growing impatient, he opened the door and found the room to be empty. He let out a sigh, "This will be alot harder than I though it'd be..."

Echo, who was currently sitting on the toilet(it was closed), held a dull razor blade in her trembling hands. A bead of sweat rolled down her abnormally pale skin. The door flung open, making her flinch and move her arm. By doing so, she made a long slash across her wrist. Adam stood at the door, a facial expression of horror, regret and disgust appeared. He knew that it was his fault she had accidentally slashed her wrist.

"Guys!" Adam shouted. Echo looked blankly at her wrist, the one that was cut. She wasn't gonna cut, to make Jason and Ty happy. She was simply testing if she was able to do it. Fortunately, she already had a guilty conscience from lying to Ty, and Jason only added to it. Adam grabbed Echo's forearm and dragged her into the hallway, where the rest of team crafted(save for Ty) filled in.

When they saw the wound, Ian looked upset and sad while he grimaced at the gash. Mitch and Jerome freaked out and ran to the bathroom to get the first aid kit. Quinton glared at Adam and averted eye contact with her. Jason, was the worst. He glared at both Adam and Echo, not even looking at the cut anymore. His eyes held betrayal and hate.

Mitch and Jerome disinfected her wound and bandaged it. As soon as she saw an opening, Echo fled to her room. Jason followed suit. He locked the door, and growled. "What the fuck, was that?!"

Echo looked down, as she stood in the middle of her room. Jason circled her. "Answer me, damnit!" She flinched.

"I-I wants  to s-see if I had enough w-will power to do it..."She whispered, tears gradually formed in the eyes. He growled again, "And why would you wanna do that? Was that even your first time trying!?" He threw question, after question, after question. She just stood there, tears building up. He glared at her.

"Your so fucking useless...No wonder you parents didn't even fucking name you! They didn't want you! No one wants a fuck-up like you in their life, not even Ty! If anything, he hates you more than we do!" He hissed at her before leaving the room and slamming the door closed.

The warm tears slid down her pale cheeks. She had taken insults before, but this. This was adding insult to injury. It's not like he should even care about her well being anyways! He had always hated her, and never hid the fact that he wants her gone from his life. Him and those wretched friends of his go out of their way to make her life hell! What she never understood was why they picked on her, even though they saw her whimper in pain, bleed, cry.

Jason sat outside her room, his head was in his hands, he groaned lightly. Quinton walked to him, "You alright man?"

Jason frowned, "I fucked up, dude. I frucked up real bad..."He was referring to what he had said to Echo a few minutes ago. He never meant to let any of that be said, he was just in the heat of the moment. Although he might never admit this to Echo, he cares about her. And when he saw her hurt, he felt that she had done it on purpose. Then and there, he realized something.

He felt like he had betrayed her, not the other way around. Although, it wouldn't have even been logical to have said that she betrayed him, if anything, she was coping with the passive-aggressive male. Yet another question remained unanswered:

What else does she do that we don't know about?