Can you heal my wounds?

Can you heal my wounds?

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‏ Sophia, senior year in high school who had a hard past that still affects her and her trust with others Meets Ruby at her friend Layla's party, Can she trust her and let her in? ••• I watched as her face change to the biggest smirk while reading. "You have to come and sit on my lap till the next time your turn comes" she said smiling. "W-What" I asked hoping that i heard wrong. "You have to sit on me till next game" she repeated the dare again. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ her warm body held my cold one so perfectly It made me forget about everything else in this moment, and for the first time in a while I felt safe, safe from everything in the world even my own mind, And for this time I allowed myself to be selfish by not thinking I was a burden and I let myself sleep in her embrace peacefully. ⚠️TW⚠️ Self harm (rare) I will put a TW before Eating disorder note: I think this story considers as slow burn. English is not my first language, so there will be a lot of mistakes. If there are any suggestions, please write it in the comment .
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[BWWM] I was only twelve years old when the world turned cold. The day my mom died in that car accident, I felt like someone had dumped a bucket of ice water over my heart. My dad, who had always been my hero, suddenly became a stranger, filled with rage and blame. He couldn't see that I was hurting, too; he only saw me as a reminder of his loss. The accusations cut deep. He said it was my fault for being there, for not doing something to save her. For being the reason she was in the car in the first place. In the years that followed, things only got worse. The abuse started gradually-a harsh word here, a shove there-but it escalated, leaving scars that I carried long after the physical pain faded. I was drowning in my own despair, struggling to keep my head above water while my father's anger raged like a storm around me. I only had a break from his anger when I started living with Aunt Dina-my mom's older sister. Well, that was because she found me nearly dead on my bed after I took a dozen pills. I was tired of living. I had hit rock bottom. The harsh whispers that followed me around and the stares at school. I pretended not to notice, like it didn't bother me. But it did. I was alone. Then came Athalia, a ray of sunshine cutting through my darkness. With her, I felt something I hadn't felt in years-happiness. She became my light through the darkness and my lifeline. ••••••••••• ● Warnings ⚠️ ~ Mention of suicide ~ Anxiety attacks ~ Rape attempt ~ Mention of self-harm ~ Depression

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