⚠️Warning⚠️: Mentions of suicide, Swear words, Self harm, and other stuff that may be triggering will be possible be included in this chapter.
(Catherine Parr's P.V.)
"Cathy, why did you get extra food?" Kitty asked as we walked as she just now noticed the McDonald's bad in my hand.
"Food for Anne." I say placing the bag down on the counter.
"Why did you get her food if she didn't come she didn't come." Catherine says as she sat down on the couch.
"Cath there is literally no food in the house that's why Cathy got her food. Right?" Anna says as she heads up the stairs to her room.
"Right. If there was food I would have made something for dinner." Jane says as she sits down in one of the armchairs in the living room.
"Well I am going to go give Anne these." I say as I grab the bag off the counter and start to make my way up the stairs leading to the second level. I turn a the corner when I feel a tap on my shoulder. I turn a round and see Kitty standing behind me.
"Umm... Cathy do you want to take those to Anne she may be still upset about earlier." Kitty says trying to grab the bag from my hand.
"No, it's fine Kitty. I actually want to talk to her about earlier." I say pulling the bag towards me.
"Oh, okay. That's good." Kitty says before she turns around as skips to her room. I walk a couple feet before reaching the foot of the stair case that led up to the attic and Anne's room.
"Anne." I say as I start to walk up the stairs. No response.
"Anne?" I say as reach the top of the staircase. No response.
"Anne, I got you Chicken Nuggets." I say reach for the door handle. Still no response.
"Anne, I am coming in." I say opening the door up to reveal an empty room. There was a spot in the bed where the blankets were compressed down but there was no sign of Anne.
"Anne, where are you." I say while walking around the room. I spot the door that leads to Anne's bathroom cracked open. As I walk closer to the door I can see the light is on.
"Anne are you in the bathroom?" I ask as I walk closer to the door. I can hear a slight crying noise coming from the bathroom. I reach the bathroom door and put my hand on the door.
"Anne, I am coming in." I say as I push the door open to reveal Anne sitting on the floor. She was bent over herself curled into a kind of ball position. Her long brown hair was down and it was covering her face. Her back was to me and I couldn't see what she was doing. I reached my free hand down to tap her back.
"Anne?" I say weakly as I tap her shoulder. She wips around fast causing her hair to fall on one side. Her hazel eyes were filled with tears and her eyes were puffy and red. There were tear streaks going down her face. The I looked at what she was holding. This shocked me so much that I dropped the bag of chicken nuggets on the floor. What I saw in Anne's hand was a small blade probably from her razor. It had a little bit of blood on it. The on her thigh was her arm. It was covered in blood and the blood was dripping off of her arm on to her thigh and rolling onto the ground creating a small puddle of blood. There were a few small cuts on her arm that the blood was coming out from.
"Anne, what have you done." I say quietly. At this Anne bursts into tears they started pouring down her face. I drop down on my knees trying to grab her arm. Anne put her head on my shoulders.
"I'm sorry Cathy, I'm sorry." Anne says with her face on my shoulder. I grab her arm as she wasn't moving it. I grab a towel of the counter whipping the blood from her arm.
"Hey, Anne I am going to need you to get up and sit a top the toilet." I say to Anne in a calming voice. She nods her head and gets up off the ground. She puts the toilet seat lid and sits on it while still holding her wrist with the towel. I stand up looking through the cabinets trying to find a bandage for Anne.
"Anne." I say trying to get her attention.
"Umh." She says looking up at me.
"I'm going to go get a bandaged from down stairs." I say watching to see what Anne will do next.
"Okay." Anne says before going back to starring at her forearm. I walk out the door into Anne's room and head to the door of her room opening it back up and walking down the stairs going down to the kitchen and living room. I walk into the kitchen opening one of the cabinets.
"So how did everything with Anne go." I hear Jane say from behinded me.
"Good." I lie as I know that Anne would not want me to tell Jane.
"What are you looking for Cathy." Jane says while walking up to me.
"Oh My God, Cathy what is on your shirt? Is that blood?" Jane says in shock. I immediately look down at my shirt were there is a gaint spot of blood. Anne's blood.
"uhhh... it's barbque sause." I lie and then I spot the bandages and grab it quickly and then bolt out of the kitchen.
"Catherine Parr!!! Are you lying to me." Jane screams chasing after me. I bolt up both staircase running into Anne's room and slamming the door shut and locking it.
"Cathy, what happened?" I hear Anne ask from the other room as I walk towards it.
"Umm... I went down stairs with a giant blood stain on my shirt, but don't worry I didn't tell Jane what actually happened." I say as I enter the bathroom. I walk over to Anne and start to unwrap the bandage. I carefully remove the towel which is now soaked in blood and place the towel on the floor. I carefully put the bandage on Anne's arm and start to wrap it around her arm. I look up in to Anne's hazel eyes which are staring at me. As I continue to look the more I am lost in the endless fields of her eyes. For a seconded I forget I am wrapping Anne's arm. I quickly shake out of my trance and continue to wrap her arm. Once I am done I look back up into Anne's endless hazel eyes my eyes then drifted down to her lips. Her lips look so kissable I could not image anything better than kissing her lips and the something unbelievable happens.
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a/n: muahahaha i lefted it on a cliff hanger guess you will have to wait for the next chapter.
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