Tw: Suicidal thoughts, depression, mentions of cutting
I'll Put Start And Finish When Necessary

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Catra has finally been let out. After two months her parents unlocked the door for her. But she didn't leave. She didn't want anything anymore, she only mourned for death. Bea got concerned when she didn't leave but Anderson brushed it off.

"Catra?" Bea asked from the doorframe. Slowly Catra lifted her head squinted towards the door.

"Mother," She greeted weakly. Bea sighed before stepping inside the darkroom. She picked Catra up and carried her outside and up the stairs. She rested the poor girl on her bed and held back tears.

She sees now that the punishment Ander gave her was too much. Catra didn't look healthy or sound healthy.

"Do you need anything?" Bea asked glancing towards the door.

"My knife, my only comfort," Catra mumbled hugging her knees. Bea frowned.

"I'll get you some food." She said opening the door and leaving. Bea went to the butler and told him to make something filling for Catra to eat. Bea was concerned for her daughter but also upset at herself.

She let this happen. Why? She never realized how similar she was to Catra. They both do anything Anderson asks without question, without thinking. They always tried their hardest to please him but it never worked. The butler entered Catra's room and placed the plate of fresh food on the table.

"Everything is set, enjoy." The butler said bowing towards her and leaving the room. Catra looked up and slowly pushed herself up. She noticed the food but didn't go for it. It was tempting but she refused.

I can do this on my own. I don't need her or anyone. She thought flipping over, facing away from the food. Bea watched her reaction before sighing and knocking on the door. Catra looked up and didn't respond.

She can't walk and she could barely talk due to her dry throat. Bea took this chance to enter her bedroom. She closed the door and sat down on Catra's bed. Catra glanced at her before back down.

"Catra..." Beatrix paused. She didn't know what to say. She held off on that and handed Catra a bottle of water.

"Drink this," She said as Catra took it from her. She took one look at it and shook her head. Bea almost snapped at her but stopped herself.

"Catra, look I want you to get better. You need to get better," Bea started as Catra locked eyes with her. Catra's hair had grown from her time spent locked away and it was long enough for a small ponytail. She had lost some weight, heavy bags under her eyes and tear stains.

"Please, Catra," Beatrix said and Catra's eyes widened. She turned around and faced her mother. She's never said please to Catra before. Catra slowly opened the water bottle and drank. She forgot how good it felt to drink water.

"Thank you," Bea muttered as Catra finished the whole bottle.

"Mother, what's going on?" Catra asked rubbing her wrist.

"This is my fault. I should've stood up for you, now you're like this." Beatrix said turning to face her daughter.

"I know you've been cutting." She said Catra looked down. She wasn't afraid to cut more but she felt like Bea shouldn't have known.

"And? There's nothing left for me. I have nobody." Catra snarled as her hands balled up on the covers. She glanced over at the other side of the bed and imagined Adora sleeping next to her. She needed her more than she ever thought she did.

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"Catra, that was in the past. You have me now." Beatrix said putting her hand ok Catra's hand. Catra looked up with wide eyes. Did she really say that? To me... Catra's eyes started to water as Beatrix pulled her into a hug.

"Your mother isn't going anywhere, your mother is staying right here," Bea whispered as Catra cried on her shoulder.

"That girl you were talking about? Sam told me you saw her at the theme park is that right?" Beatrix asked pulling away. Catra nodded while wiping her eyes.

"When you get better I'll take you there," Beatrix said holding her hand out. Catra's eyes widened and she smiled while she shook her mother's hand.

From then, Catra decided to work on herself. She collected herself and became better. Slowly everything became the same as it once was. Knowing her mother was there to support her made her push through all the struggles she faced.

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Soon she was back in shape, her grades were up and she was eating and drinking normally. The only problem she came across was cutting. She tried to stop but she couldn't. Every time she would think of Adora her mind would direct her to the time in the concrete prison.

It felt like hell. She wanted to tell her mother or try to ask for help but felt like that was unnecessary. She was already there to help and she didn't want to seem as if she was taking advantage of her.

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Beatrix on the other hand had started distancing herself from Anderson. He started noticing but brushed it off. She must be busy. He thought until came night time. Normally the two would sleep close together but Bea would sleep with her back facing him.

He felt hurt but chose not to show it. Why was this happening? He wondering each night. In the mornings he would do his normal work for his business and Bea would do her fair share. But Bea had started working in a separate room as him. Why is she so distant to me? Does she know?

"Mother, are you there?" Catra asked knocking on Beatrix's new office door.

"Come in!" She said from inside. Catra smiled and opened the door. She quickly closed it and approached her mother.

"While I was doing a project for one of my classes I found something called therapy. It said it's supposed to help with trauma and other stuff, like stopping addictions and all. And um can we... can I try it?" Catra explained nervously. Bea turned around and thought for a moment. I guess it's not a bad idea.

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She looked back up at Catra before her arms. Unless there's something she's not telling me. Bea thought before deciding on her answer.

"Yes we may try it but you have to tell me why," Beatrix said crossing her legs. Catra stiffened up and gazed down at her feet.

"I um... the knife and uh... I can't stop." Catra said rubbing her knuckles. Beatrix's brows relaxed as she stood up and placed her hand on Catra's shoulder. She flinched so Bea moved her hand.

"Thank you for telling me. Give me some time and I will find you a therapist." Bea said supportively. Catra looked up and smiled widely before hugging her. The grown woman hugged back before Catra started to leave her office. She stopped at the doorframe and turned around.

"Thanks, Mom,"