SHE NEEDS HELP | B.E

𝙚𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙚𝙚𝙣 | she needs help

trigger warning! abuse, violence, self harm and mentions of suicide

— just to be clear, this chapter has a lot of flashbacks from past chapters and things from past chapters will be brought up in this chapter.

— this is also the longest chapter i have written so enjoy <3

NOBODIES POINT OF VIEW

-Bipolar disorder
-Antisocial personality disorder
-Intermittent explosive disorder
-Borderline personality disorder

How are they caused? Why do people suffer from them? What are the symptoms? What were the risk factors?

—DECEMBER 18th 2001—

"She's so beautiful, isn't she?". There in Maggie's arms, a small baby girl. Sleeping peacefully after crying for hours and hours.

She had tears in her eyes from the sight of the child. Patrick stood over her, pure happiness was painted over his face. "She sure is".

Maggie's eyes were glossy partly because of her gorgeous, new born child and partly because she knew she couldn't take care of her for a while.

Maggie and Patrick barely had time for Finneas because they were busy actors. In fact, Maggie had to go shoot for a movie in a few days time and they both knew looking after another baby would be a lot of work.

Maggie looked back up at Patrick with a small tear falling from her eye.

"We can't keep her. You know that right?"

—DECEMBER 18th 2004—

"Where the fuck are you, little bitch!"

Billie heard her aunt storming towards her room. She hid underneath the covers, shutting her eyes tightly.

Since Billie's parents were very busy, she has been staying with her aunt for 3 years. It's now her third birthday, but Billie didn't even know. Billie didn't even know her own name.

Ever since she stayed with her aunt, she's been abusing her, physically and verbally. Every little thing Billie did it would annoy her.

She felt the covers being snatched off her. Billie hesitantly looked up at her aunt, shivering and shaking with nothing but fear. Her aunt stared back at her with insane eyes.

All Billie could do was brace herself.

"What did I tell you about leaving a mess on the fucking floor?" She grabbed Billie by the hair and Billie yelled in agony.

"Shut up you little fucker and go clean up your goddamn mess!"

—DECEMBER 18th 2009—

Billie took off her clothes and made her way into the bath, filling up the tub with warm water and turning the tap off when the water was deep enough.

She turned to face the mirror, staring at all the bruises and cuts that covered her body.

She hated herself.