!!! trigger warning !!! violence, self-harm!!!
We were standing in front of my house.
"You don't feel comfortable at Spinersend so I thought you could spend the night here, " I told him still holding his arm.
"I will need to get some things from my house first, " he said getting out of my hold. Without another word he appeared. This saddened me. I really tried my best but he just always went so cold on me. I unlocked the gate and closed it behind me. The empty and silent yard made me shiver... I went inside. The bed in the bedroom of my mother would have to be made so he had a place to sleep... After I was done with it I went down to the and sat at the table waiting... Half an hour, an hour, one and a half hours... I couldn't focus on anything. Why wasn't he coming back?
"BECAUSE HE HATES YOU! EVERYONE DOES!" my mother's voice yelled in my mind. Suddenly I felt an anxiety rise in my chest. My body began to tremble. She was right. I remembered a scene from my sixth year...
~flashback~
I sat on the bathroom floor in the very tiny, three square meters, bathroom upstairs in our house.
My knees were pressed against my body, tears dripping down my face. My mother and fathwe went nuts outside of the room.
I could hear their screams and the things they said about me. Then my mother violently pushed the door open not carrying about me getting pushed against the heater.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN THERE?!"
"Nothing, " I choked up trying to keep the tears in so she wouldn't see me cry.
"YOU ARR NOT ACTUALLY SITTING IN THE DARK, WINING?!" she went on as she entered the room.
I didn't respond.
"YOU have such a good life! We all treat you so good! I wish you would have grown up at my mother's house! YOU WOULD HAVE BEEN DEAD! Do you have any idea what your behavior does to me?"
"You always treat me well? You just called me names two seconds ago!" I said trying to keep it together.
"YOU MAKE US TREAT YOU LIKE THAT! THERE IS NO OTHER WAY WE CAN HANDLE YOU!" she yelled again.
"I'm sorry."
"NO! MOVE OUT! Fuck you! Whine to your little friends about how bad your life is!"
"I'm sorry."
"Shut up!" With that, she pushed me into the wall of the shower, which almost broke and resulted in me falling into the shower. She left the room. Tears streamdown my face.
My breathing was rapid and I cried heavily. The door was closed again as it was dark I shakily stepped up to the sink. My trembling hand automatically grabbed the blade hidden behind a stand for makeup brushes. I opened up the container in which it was in and slid it across my tummy. My arm was already full of cuts from the last days so there was no way to do it there. The physical pain had something calming. I sank down to the ground catching my breath.
~end of flashback~
I felt tears dripping down my face, as I said up from the table only to walk up the stairs to the little bathroom.
A/N: To be continued. If you struggle with any such thing, please seek help! You are not alone! Don't be ashamed! 🖤
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