Hey guys, so a few thing we need to go over.

This story will contain the following. Cutting, depression, several mentions of rape, eating disorders. If you are uncomfortable with any of this, please do not read.

I cannot promise a happy ending for part one or two, so don't read this if you want a happy ending. I also do not encourage any of this behavior, and if you're going through something, PLEASE do not read. I don't wanna make it worse.

This story is based off the song "Scars To Your Beautiful" by Alessia Cara.

And now, on with the story!

She sighed, looking at the picture she held in her hands of the petite, light brown haired, tanned, doe eyed female gracing the cover of "Covergirl" magazine, written on the front, articles like "How to be attractive" and "five easy steps to meet your soulmate."

She stood up, wiping her eyes as her mascara ran with each tear fell off her face and into the sink she had been standing in front of before looking up at her ugly dark hair, large eyes and pale skin. She was ugly. She grabbed her razor off the bathroom sink as she looked up at her face before dragging the sharp blade on her flesh, making it split and bleed while more tears fell beside and in the cut, making it burn and sting, but something told her to keep going, get rid of her emotions.

She slit her skin again as more blood poured out of the wound, tears falling down her face as she thought about how many times she had been rejected.

Slit, Kaven

Slit, Ethan

Slit, Owen

Slit, Marcus

She moved to the other wrist and continued.

Slit, Jake

Slit, Sebastian

Slit, Troy

Slit, Kaz.

That last one hurt the most. They were friends, they argued like most friends once in awhile, but she had asked him out, and he said no. He rejected her. She knew why now. Cause she was hideous.

She finally put the razor down as she washed her arms and placed makeup on them as she made sure Skylar wasn't in the room, which she wasn't, before grabbing her pink crop top, black high heels and black mini skirt since she had read step one was to wear revealing clothes, and since this was the most revealing outfit she was allowed to wear, she put it on. Step two, preparation for makeup. She immediately took off all her makeup before putting a face mask on, which soon started burning her face as she fought to keep it on, after all, pain is beauty, before finally washing it off. She put on her concealer and foundation before she came across step three, makeup and hair that makes you look as young as possible. She quickly put on light pink blush and light pink eye-shadow before putting on her mascara and pink lip gloss, pulling her long hair into a high ponytail before pushing it back with a pink headband.

Step four. Practice flirting with your mirror. She found this pretty stupid, but at the same time, she noticeably got flustered around boys as she practiced for a long time as she looked at the final step. Get out there!

She grabbed her smallest bag as she walked straight to the park and sat down on a bench overseeing the lake, before a male, black hair, brown eyes and pale skin, sat beside her.

"Hey, pretty lady." He smiled as she turned towards him.

"Hello handsome."

"What brings you out here all dolled up?"

"Just trying something new." She admitted as he wrapped his arm around her.

"You look like the next Ariana Grande. What's your name?"

"Bree."

"I'm Dylan. It's nice to meet you, Bree. Do you wanna hang out tonight?" He asked as he raised his eyebrow, making her shake her head, immediately shaking her as she stood up.

"I actually have plans, so..."

Dylan then grabbed her wrist as her eyes widened and she tried to break free before he lead her to his car.

"You're coming with me. You shouldn't have shown your body if you didn't want this to happen."

By now Bree had tears sliding down her cheeks as she tried to break away.

"Please don't do this. Please."

He then said the unexpected as he grabbed her face.

"Covergirls don't cry."

Before pressing his lips onto hers, making her struggle before he slapped her face.

"Behave."

She quickly mauled her options. She couldn't fight him, he would only make it worse for her. She couldn't call the team, she left her cellphone. Then she remembered her new ability. Telepathy through bionic chips. She immediately connected to Chase.

'Chase, I need help'

'Bree, are you OK?'

'No, I think this man is about to hurt me...I need help NOW. Please...'

'Where are you?'

'The apartments near the park. Please hurry, Chase.'

'I'm coming. Just delay him as much as possible and I'll be over there with the rest of the team when we get your location.'

'Thank you, Chase.'

The man then grabbed her and pulled her into his apartment building before throwing her onto the mattress and lowering his body on top of her, kissing her lips and neck, as she started crying again, begging for mercy as he started touching her before he was pulled off of her by Oliver and Kaz and engulfed in a hug by Chase.

"Bree, are you OK?" He asked, pushing loose strands out of her face as she nodded before hugging him tightly.

"I was so scared." She whispered in his ear, as he held her tightly.

"I know. It's gonna be OK though." He whispered as Skylar sped them back home and Bree got dressed in her black pants, slippers and yellow sweater, wiping off her makeup and taking out her hair, feeling much more relaxed.

"Bree, what happened?" He asked as he sat beside her as she turned to her little brother.

"My new issue of Covergirl came in the mail. And I know Mr. Davenport and Tasha said I need to stop reading those magazines since they are damaging my mental health, but I'm jealous. How can someone look so beautiful when I'm so ugly?"

Chase turned her head towards him as he sighed.

"You're not ugly, Bree. And I'm not gonna let my big sister say that about herself when she is stunningly beautiful, inside and out."

"You're just saying that. You just want me to live in a illusion."

"Bree, I never said-"

"Get out, Chase!" She screamed as he scrambled to his feet, but not before saying.

"I'm willing to help, Bree. Just let me know when you need it."

Before leaving as she flopped on the bed.

'Covergirls don't cry.'