*trigger warning; mention of self harm. Please do not feel the need to read if you think it will trigger a bad circumstance. Your safety means more to me then reads, if you need someone to talk to I am here❤️❤️❤️*

    They took you in out of pity

You don't deserve this

You deserve pain Roman told you that and you know it's true

He's not here ...

You have to do it yourself

     That's how this long night started, Genevieve had quickly learned the ways of the house and had adapted the nickname 'Nevi'. Vanessa was still in court because her trial ran long, Sebastian was at a baby sitters and Lin was doing the show.

    She was suppose to be on shift at the library but Donna sent her home due to lack of customers. Now she was alone, without a little boy to occupy, Lin to watch movies with or Vanessa to help her thoughts and doubt slowly took over.

    She sat on the window sill watching the sunset. Pretty sight but she wasn't enjoying if. All she could think of was ways to hurt herself.

You don't deserve this

       She got up quickly and ran to her room, tears fell down her cheeks and she rummaged through her pencil case. Surely enough she pulled out a plastic sharpener. She quickly went to the bathroom, she chucked it against the shower tiles in anger, the plastic smashed leaving the blade and screw to make echoing noises in the tub.

    She picked it up and sat against the white tub. She had no intentions to die, even if they did take her in out of pity it was solid pity.

Just do it...

     And with that last thought she nicked her skin. Barely anything happened and to her it was unsatisfying. She knows she's looked way worse. She takes her time the second cut, letting out a small whimper...

    "Ow ow ow" she says running the wounds under cold water. She drys the with toilet paper then flushes the pink tinted paper. She puts on a hoodie and lays in her bed, staring at the ceiling.

  No one will ever know...

All you have to do is wear the hoodie...

You've been alone all your life this is no different...

You're alone...

She pulls up her sleeve and ran her index finger over her wrist feeling bumps, much to many, littered with self inflicted wounds.

  I wish my trial never ran late that day, and since then I've never let one run late again...

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