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"Let's get you back to your room" Em soothed holding onto Persephone's shoulder with a firm grip. She knew that if she let go that the girl would surely murder everyone in the room.

Master Lin included.

Persephone would've smashed away from anyone else but seen as it was Em that had a tight grip on her she didn't mind. Her body softened and she closed her eyes to take a deep breath.

On the way back to their shared room Em rubbed circles into Persephone's back to calm her oncoming black out.

Em turned down the hallway ready to start the long walk to the room, but her shoulder caught her back and the voice that still rung around Persephone's head spoke,

"Someone's on the phone for you, Emily"

Em's panicked head shot between the room door, to Persephone and then towards the phone. She sighed loudly and forced Persephone to look at her by softly tipping her chin down.

"I've got to take a phone call. Go back to our room and don't move. Stay there, got it?"

Of course Persephone had got it.

Of course Em was just making sure she was safe and that's why she told her not to leave her room.

Of course.

The seconds turned to minutes and the minutes hit the hour and Persephone's low mood was only sinking like a rock to the bottom of the ocean.

If only she could find that drug stash Em had hiding somewhere in her room that'd lighten her mood, maybe she'd be able to forget all the insults that had been spat at her last lesson.

If Persephone was a drug where would she be?

Pillow.
She'd be tightly curled in a pillow.

Persephone reached forward and pulled the pillow away from Em's bed, scrambling her hands into the case to find something. She knew that Em would kill her for touching her bedding, she was a neat freak like that.

Thinking back, maybe she wasn't.

There wasn't anything in that one pillow case and so frantically Persephone pulled back her duvet thinking fuck it.

If she was already in trouble for messing up her bed what was the harm in doing it more?

There was nothing in the bed so she pressed her cheek against the floor and plunged her hand underneath the bed, tapping her hand around until it slapped a pile of paper.

It scattered out from under the bed and when her eyes trailed down she saw the letters.

Shakily Persephone reached out for one of the letters and allowed her eyes to scan over the words. She was good at that, she'd always been top of the class for her literature.

Persephone Gray has black outs,
Persephone Gray lives at Kings Dominion in an end room on the third corridor on the second floor.
Persephone Gray has an incapability to stay under the radar, she starts fights.
Persephone Gray is a strong physical fighter but is mentally weak.
Persephone Gray is the definition of explosive, she has no friends so no one is to know whether she's missing or not.

The letters went on, each signed by who Persephone thought was her best friend. The letters stacked, she had counted over fifty by the time that she heard the familiar footsteps making their way down the hall.

She once loved knowing it was Em.

The girl entered with a strangely familiar man, his face jogged something in the back of Persephone's memory from her past but she couldn't put her finger on it.

The pair slammed the door behind them, Em snarling for the man to kill, like he was a trained dog.

Persephone doesn't remember what happened of course but now it was all coming back. The way she straddled him and threw her fists towards his face until his skin broke under her knuckles.

With one last swing the mans head bobbled back and he took his last breath, the blood on her hands already enough until Em from behind her screamed,

"DAD NO!"

Sephy shot forward she was laid on the floor of her bedroom, her eyes pooled with tears. She was hyperventilating, her chest bouncing up and down.

She reached up to grip her head but blood trickled from her wrists onto her forehead and down her temple to her cheek.

She knew she must've fought to keep herself awake, but it obviously hadn't been enough.

Sephy stumbled over her feet to grab onto the door handle, she couldn't stay in the same room as where Em used to sleep. She turned to look in the direction of where her bed used to be and a sick feeling rose up her throat.

She told her that she killed her dad. She'd lied.

Everything was a lie.

She tripped over her feet getting out of her room and into the hallway, trying to grip onto the wall as her breathing quickened and her chest rose rapidly.

Sephy pushed forward off of the wall and smashed into the opposite wall, doing this multiple times until she had made herself way down the hallway.

Far from Em.

She pulled out both her wrists and stared down as they dripped down onto her palms, she must've scratched so hard, but the blood was a reminder that she was never in control of her own life.

She almost fainted, falling shoulder first into the wall managing to keep herself stable as she looked around for help.

She needed so much help.

"Persephone?" Asked a voice underneath the phone box and her tear-blurred eyes flickered over to where Marcus was curled. His knees were up to his chin and the phone hung off of the hook, dangling by his shoulder.

"M-m-mar" she stuttered looking back to her wrists as the blood still gushed.

Marcus pushed himself up off of the floor, he felt sick looking at how red Sephy's arms were. He reached out to touch them but his touch made Sephy's legs buckle and she fell into his arms limply.

Still conscious the girl looked up to Marcus, her own blood wiped across her cheek,

"I need to tell you something"

Marcus scoffed and blinked away his own tears as he guided the girl down onto the floor,

"I need to tell you something too" he whispered.

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