chapter 3: cuts

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Rosie's POV

"Um excuse me? I'll have you know I'm like five feet bigger than you are and weigh probably around three hundred more pounds than you." He cracked his knuckles, making a loud metal clanking sound.

"Cool, uh criticize me for being short and being underweight, how is this supposed to effect me except for making me feel insecure?" I chuckled.

"Well I'll have you know that due to how big I am, I can easily take you down so stay away from my sweet Deliah." He smirked.

"Nice try. That's so adorable you think cause you're overweight and taller than the average human being you can stop me from hanging out with your friend." I teased him.

"You little fuck." He grabbed the back of my neck and pushed me to the wall.

My left cheek was all up against the wall and my face got all smashed. It was painful. With his free hand, he pinned both my hands above my head. My sleeves slowly started to fall and I got scared he would see my freshly made cuts. His eyes were glowing.

I looked up at him, cautiously, my cheek still against the wall. The death and pain was clear in his purple, not glowing anymore, eyes. His grip loosened before he fully let go of me, making me fall to the ground. He helped me up and sat on the couch.

"I'm so sorry." He put his head in his hands.

"Why?"

"Why? Because your wrists! I don't know what happened but I know you did it to yourself. I just don't get why." He looked heartbroken even if he just knew me for a while.

"You know how me and Deliah became friends?" I asked.

"How?"

"She was getting bullied. I knew I had to help so I ran over and told the guys some things. I've been bullied for as long as I remember. Each time, they nearly kill me. This bruise on me is from them and these cuts are just showing my true pain of living." I explained.

"Does Deliah know about those cuts?" He started pacing the room.

"I- no. She doesn't. I just met her and I don't want to have to put my issues on her. Or her having to worry that I'll kill myself if I'm alone. Which I'm always alone. She's my first friend." I held back tears.

"I'm so sorry." He looked sympathetic

"Its fine." I lied.

The whole time, we talked until finally Deliah came back with the milk her dad asked her to get. We all hung out and ended up playing hide and seek. And to be honest, Springtrap was scary good at playing it especially for a ten foot bunny made out of nothing but metal and wires.

It made me not wanna go home. I knew my mom would be there but I had too. Deliah's dad was home early anyways so might as well let them have there time. But before I left, Deliah's dad, Nick asked me something with Deliah next to me.

"Um do you think that you can watch Springtrap if I ever need you too?" He asked.

"Of course. My mom's never home and I can help just call me. Deliah has my number in case it's an emergency. I live right down the street." I smiled and left.

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