Til Death Do Us Part

by depressedfangirlwrites

Agatha lived in the shadows. She had her whole life. She lived with her abusive mother and was extremely depressed. What happens when Agatha finds out that she is arranged to marry Tedros Pendragon, the school bad boy? The guy that all girls fell for and that never fell for anyone? Will he see Agatha? Or will their marriage end in shambles?

1. Unnoticeable

Chapter 1: Unnoticeable

Running. Screaming. Falling. Crying. Dying. Black. White. Good. Bad. Fast. Slow. Beautiful. Ugly. Worthy.

Worthless.

The girl was having a nightmare. The same nightmare. Over and over and over again. It wasn't fair. None of it was fair. Her life wasn't fair. She wanted to die. She needed to die.

Agatha woke up shaking and sweating, tears streaming down her face. She fumbled around the edge of her bed, still groggy and heavy-handed. Agatha felt around the edge of her mattress until she found a small slit in the side of it. Using two shaky fingers, she pulled a long, thin shard of glass out of the mattress. She hastily wiped her tears and brought the glass to her skin, pushing until she broke the skin and blood started to pool. Slowly, she dragged it across her arm, breathing unsteadily, tears falling left and right.

She did it over and over and over again until all of her old scars were invisible under the fresh wounds. She lied back down on her bed, arm throbbing and blood flowing. Slowly Agatha fell back asleep, the last few tears escaping her eyes as she escaped into blackness.

•••

Agatha woke up to her cat sitting on her face. Goddammit, I'm late. Monday mornings were Agatha's least favorite days. She still had five days left in the week that she was forced into spending with her hellish classmates. Agatha slumped out of bed, stripped, and got into the shower. She put her arm underneath the shower head, wincing at the water pummeling her open wounds. They started bleeding again. Agatha paid no attention to it. She just washed her hair and her body. After all, this was her normal morning routine. She got out of the shower and got dressed, bandaging her arm up before putting on her hoodie. She looked like your average nobody. Black jeans, black boots, and an oversized black hoodie.

how she preferred it. Agatha glanced at her clock. 8:01."Shit, I'm late." she whispered to herself as she ran down the stairs. She grabbed an apple as she briskly left her house, walking to school. Agatha was 17 already. But her mother was too cheap for a car and spent all of her excess money on alcohol and drugs. If Agatha was lucky, she wouldn't see her mother for a couple of months at a time.

Agatha let out a sigh. She pulled the hood over her head and shoved her hands deep inside her pockets. I'm invisible.

When she reached school, she sped walked to her classroom and tried to slip in as inconspicuously as possible. She was almost successful in her feat until…

"Ms. Woods, how nice of you to join us," her math teacher Ms. Lesso exclaimed, a glint of amusement in her eyes.

Agatha pinked, frozen in her tracks. She looked up and caught twenty pairs of eyes staring right at her. She scrambled to her seat and hastily pulled out her textbook and notes. She started scribbling furiously. Just because she wanted to die didn't mean that she was going to fail school. Maybe then I can die happy.