"You wouldn't want to know me.
I'm nothing."
Clara lives a life of tortue. Her father's abuse, the taunts of the student body, and the voices inside her head suffocate her. The only thing she finds comfort in is a shining metal blade and a pair of earbuds.
Michael lives a life of pain. His parents' screaming matches, the fists of bullies, and the darkness of his mind telling him he's nothing. The only he finds comfort in is his cigarettes and a pair of earbuds.
This story contains self harm, abuse, suicidal thoughts, depression, anxiety and rape so if uncomfortable don't read.
"What's that?"
The boy quickly brought his hand to the girl's cheek, softly brushing over the purple skin, determined to not hurt her. But she still winced slightly under his touch.
"Nothing." Her voice sounded broken and scared when she pulled away quickly. She didn't want to face him like that.
The boy's expression softened immediately, his eyes full of worry.
"Was it him?"
"I tripped and fell down the stairs."
"Why don't you leave him?"
When she looked at her best friend, with so much sadness and concern, paired with anger for the boy who caused her all this pain, in his eyes, she felt her heart shatter.
"I love him."
He shook his head slowly. "No, you don't. You love the idea of him."
[Trigger warning: this story contains talking about triggering topics, such as abusive and toxic relationships.]
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