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Veronica Lodge [1]

VERONICA LODGE | Fem!Reader

depressing and a little smut

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[quatre]

⚠️TW: suicidal thoughts⚠️

Your POV

I can't do this anymore. I can't live like this in so much pain. Their words filled my head and it echoed in my brain repeatedly.

Stupid.

Whore.

Slut.

Fat.

Ugly.

Dyke.

Those words rang in my ears and I clutched my hair in my hands and rocked my curled body on the floor back and forth. Tears running down my cheeks and the sound of sobs echoed loudly in my bathroom.

I feel numb. The tears stopped and I just feel numbness. I want it all to stop. No one even cares about me, so why do I bother to live.

I shakily stood up from the bathroom floor and ipened the cabinets. I took out the blade and bottle of pills and entered the bathtub. I pulled my sleeves up and held the blade tightly in my fingers. I feel the edges poke the pads of my thumb and forefinger.

No one needs you here.

Just die. No one cares, you slut.

You will never be enough.

You are a major whore.

You are a stupid dyke.

Stupid bitch.

I shut my eyes tightly and opened them again. I pushed the blade on my wrists and pressed down. The sharp pain on my wrists turned numb almost immediately and I ran it through my skin.

I raised the blade and cut into it once more. Again.

And again.

And again.

And again.

Red blood seeps out of the deep cuts and falls onto the white porcelain. I dropped the blade and it landed with a sharp sound that echoed through the bathroom.

I closed my eyes and let out a deep and tired sigh. The door to the bathroom opened abruptly and a loud gasp.

My eyes shot open and tried to hide my cuts which was completely useless. I glanced at the person who now, is standing by the edge of the bathtub.

Veronica Lodge. My best friend.

Shit, she wasn't supposed to see this.

I watched her as she cleaned all the cuts as she cried. She started wrapping the bandages around my arms and I just realized how bad I cut myself.