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"Honey you've been in the bathroom for a long time, you ok?"
No response.
"Honey?"
"I-I'm alright Ma"
"Honey, can I come in?"
"NO! I m-mean no I just had a big dinner"
"Alright, be out soon"
She left. Finally, Angelica thought sitting against the bathroom door. Angelica stood up. Wavering in balence. I mean who wouldn't? When you just cut yourself over 20 times allowing all the blood to flow out, it's normal to lose balance.
"Better clean this up before it stains..." Angelica whispered to herself. Angelica started to clean it up with her 'velvet' towel. Which really is, just a normal white towel soaked with blood.
It was ten minutes after and Angelica finally finished cleaning. She looked for the medical supplies for her arm.
"Honey" Shit Angelica thought.
"Yes?"
"Your dinner has gone cold. Tell me what is going on in there?"
"I'm just cleaning my casts!"
"Honey. I said tell me. Now"
"Ma I already told you!" Angelica said getting scared. Her mother was part of the reason that she cut.
"Honey~ YOU KNOW WHAT HAPPENS TO LIARS RIGHT YOU LITTLE BITCH"
"I am saying the truth!" Angelica pleaded.
"OPEN UP THIS DOOR RIGHT NOW YOU BITCH"
Angelica scrambled to the door to open it. Behind stood a fuming Marie. Marie inspected the room and started smiling. "Sorry for yelling Honey~ You know mommy hates liars right? Also don't tell any of this to dad mk? I'll go heat up your dinner again, don't be long! Or else I wont hesitate this time~"
How Angelica hated her. At first Angelica thought she was nice, but that was only to get her approval. A bit after a year of her and Angelica's father getting married, she started to get abusive.
Angelica started to clean her casts for real this time. When she was done her dinner was ready at the table. She started eating it only to hear disgusting sounds coming from her father and Marie's room.
After mentally throwing up, she got up threw her food outside where the animals were.
Heh, if Meghan were here instead of deciding to be a transfer student she would say something stupid. Like, "You could've given that to children in Africa". Why would I give ramen noodles-that would probably taste horrible by the time it got there, to the children in Africa. They should get something that they won't get addicted to.
I always thought, what would happen if people knew what happened behind the scenes?
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Teen Fiction"How heartbreaking it is that, you have been depressed enough to say, "I'm used to it"?" "Why does everyone have to think that I am so joyful, when it's really supposed to be suicidal?" "Make it stop, Make it stop! MAKE IT STO-"
