Snowy1999
Meredith knew she wasn't like everyone else; every good thing in her life came to an end if she started enjoying it. Everyone left; she was never priority number one, and she would never be.
Years of trauma induced from neglect and people leaving her had forced her into the darkness of her mind.... And when everything becomes too big, too dark, too overwhelming... She had two options, that's what she thought, option one: drinking tequila and hurting herself in multiple ways: pulling her hair, cutting, drinking inhuman amounts of alcohol... Or option two, letting herself become little again... Curling up in bed thinking about how life could have been for little Meredith if someone would have noticed. She would curl up as small as she could, thumb tucked between her lips, and a whimper escaping her shaking form. If just somebody would notice....
"There we go," Addison murmured, one hand rubbing gentle circles on Meredith's back. "I've got you. You're okay."
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