Little Queens: Six the Musical

Chapter 3

Trigger Warnings: Self-Harm

Cathy wasn't one to be late, Jane had learned after awhile. Unless she was deep into a book, the survivor tended to be on time. So when Jane saw Cathy's book sitting on the table with no Cathy, she naturally got worried.

"Cathy! We're supposed to be going out to the cafe today, remember? Your book is down here if you're looking for it!" Jane called up the stairs, where she assumed she was.

Fuck. Why had she agreed to that? She couldn't get out of that now. Jane didn't really want her to come. She was just a waste of space and money.

Once a week, Jane and Cathy would go out to eat at this one cafe and talk about their books and read. It was one of their favorite times of the week.

Cathy stood hunched over the bathroom sink, not allowing herself to look up at the mirror. All she would see was a mess of hair and a red, puffy face stained with tears. Worthless.

Her razor was gripped tightly in her hand, but she had no intention of shaving any time soon. Her hand shook slightly. Her sleeve was already rolled back to her elbow. There were a few scar lines up near the inside of her elbow. She was always careful to cover them until they healed.

"Cathy, love. Are you coming? You're gonna make us late!"

Cathy almost let more of her tears spill. It was all her fault. Without another second though, she pressed the razor onto her wrist. She usually never went that close to her hands, because someone could easily see it during the show. However, that wasn't any near the top concern in her mind. The soft steps up the stairs were.

Cathy's eyes were focused on the cut on her wrist. There was a lot of blood coming from it. She felt herself almost getting light-headed while looking at it.

"Cathy? Are you in here?" Jane asked from outside the bathroom door.

"Go away, Jane..." Cathy said quietly.

"Love? What's the matter? Can I come in?"

Cathy let out a sob as she curled up on the ground. It would be okay. The pain would stop soon. At least she was feeling something at the moment. She'd either bleed to death or the cut would hopefully stop bleeding soon.

"Catherine...Open the door, please. I just want to help."

"I don't need your...help." Her voice broke in the middle of her sentence.

Jane let out a worried sigh. She carefully took one of her blonde bobby pins out of her hair. She rattled it around in the lock of the handle until she heard it pop.

Cathy let out another sob when she saw Jane looking at her with a concerned look.

"Oh, love..." Jane crouched down by Cathy. She gently took both of Cathy's hands, which were still shaking. She took the razor out of her hand and discarded it as far away from them as she could.

"Can I help you clean this up? Or can you do it by yourself?"

"Help me...please?" She heard Cathy ask.

"Of course. The first aid kit is downstairs, though, love. Do you think you can walk down the stairs with me?"

Cathy managed a nod. Jane stood up slowly and reached a hand out for the younger. She grabbed it, letting Jane help her to her feet. The blood from her cut was getting on Jane's hand.

"I'm sorry...I'm sorry..." She tried to apologize without crying.

"It's okay, hon. I'm not upset with you." Jane said as they stepped on the last step.