Patricia's POV
I can't believe my parents sent me back to school, three days early. I have no one to talk to or hang with apart from Victor. Trudy is here but is never in, or she is always cleaning. So I am by myself. I decided to clean my part of my room. Just make it neater, since I have nothing better to do. I bought this disco ball over the holidays and I bought it especially for my room, because there is a random hook on my side of the room. I took the disco ball out of its box and stood on my bed reaching up trying to catch the hook of the disco ball to the hook on the ceiling. I couldn't reach. So I grabbed a hard plastic container and stood on it on my bed. I could only fit one foot on the container. I still couldn't reach, so I began tip toeing. I started to lose my balance. I knew I was going to fall. I started to fall but was caught, in a bridal hold. I looked up.
"Eddie!" I yelled surprised. I hadn't seen my boyfriend all holidays it was great to see him.
"Yakker nice to see you"
Eddie stood me up and we kissed, and then broke apart.
"Well since you're here slime ball you can help me clean my side of the room, you can start by hanging up my disco ball weasel", I Patricia. Eddie sighed and grabbed the disco ball and hung it up.
"Thanks, now you can make my bed, I'm going to eat a snack", I said before leaving the room.
Eddies POV
It's great to see Patricia again, but I'm not going to make her bed. I'm not whipped, Eddie thought. I lay down on Patricia's messy bed adjusting her pillows when I felt a book. I sat up and removed the pillow revealing the book. It was a small red note book. I immediately picked it up and flicked to a random page. I had found Patricia's diary. I know I shouldn't read it, but what harm can it do. I started reading a random page, I read the date. The entry was made a week ago. I continued to read the page. I finished reading the page and dropped the book in shock, why wouldn't she tell me something so important. How could I not see this of course, all of the symptoms fit!
3rd Person POV
Patricia walked into the room, to find her diary on the ground open and Eddie sitting on her bed. Patricia stopped at the site and dropped the bowl of chips in her hands.
"Why didn't you tell me?" Eddie said in a sulky but serious tone.
Patricia looked down at the ground and sighed before exploding with anger "well maybe Eddie, I didn't want anybody to know, and that I didn't want you to know too Eddie!"
"What about the 'No Secrets' talk you said" shouted Eddie now standing up? Eddie saw a tear escape Patricia's left eye "hey, Patricia, come here. I'm sorry, I wouldn't tell you either". Eddi thought about his one big secret he hadnt told anyone before. Eddie was quickly snapped out of his thoughts by Patricia.
"Eddie, well do you think Depression and anxiety is easy to live with, everyday is a struggle", shouted Patricia, before storming out of the room.
Patricia ran directly to the bathroom, Eddie quickly followed but got stopped by a locked bathroom door. Patricia stopped pacing around the bathroom and took big deep breathes. Okay everything is going to be okay, but if people do find out they will think I'm a mental freak, thought Patricia. Patricia ignored Eddies muffled pleads for forgiveness.
Patricia approached the mirror and put one hand on each side of the basin, she looked down into the basin, then up to the mirror. Her makeup was smudged. She swiftly opened the bathroom cabinet, and grabbed a razor that was hidden beneath the piles of Patricia's things. She rolled up her sleeves on her left arm revealing, hundreds of scars. Come on Patricia don't relapse now, she thought. She started to shake all over.
Eddie started to bag o the door louder and louder, Patricia paid no attention to him, but just focussed on trying to stay calm. She couldn't do it. She ran the razor across her arm. Puddles of blood followed the razor. A whole lot of stress was lifted of her shoulders. She felt so in control. She made three more cuts with a small grin on her face. But the reality all came back to her. What have I done? Patricia sobbed to herself. Patricia thought about all of the pain she had gone. She thought about the first time she cut and how nice it felt to see her emotional pain in a physical form. I'm mid thoughts there was a loud bang and the bathroom door flung open, with Eddie standing there breathing heavily.
What is going to happen next? Whats going to happen to Patricia? Whats Eddies secret and will Patricia find out?