Mollianne has been with Regina for a week. She's still very much closed-off to Regina, but she and Henry are forming a close brother-sister bond.
It's the middle of the night, everyone is sleeping. Mollianne dreams about an old memory. The first time she cut herself.
Dream Flashback: Two years ago: January 21 -
Ten year old Mollianne tried to kill herself six months ago. That didn't work out too well, because she was saved by her sixteen year old foster brother. She really wishes that he hadn't taken her to the hospital and saved her life, because she's still feeling worthless and dirty. Mollianne thinks of a way to solve her little problem and then she heads into the kitchen of her new foster home, picks up a knife, and makes a small cut on her forearm. She watches the blood flow out of her arm, down her forearm, and onto the floor. She sighs relieved that she's starting to feel clean and pure again, so she makes a few more cuts. Once again, she watches the blood flow out of her arm.
Mollianne sighed relieved and smiled softly, "I feel clean again. I don't feel dirty anymore. I feel like I'm brand new."
End of dream flashback -
Mollianne wakes up and shoots up to a sitting position in bed. She sighs and rubs her face at the bridge of her nose with her index finger as she tries to calm herself.
"Great, just great." Mollianne mumbles to herself "Now I have the urge to cut again, but if I do Regina will be mad at me."
Mollianne contemplates going to Regina, but ultimately decides not to. She doesn't want to disturb the woman's sleep.
'What if Regina got mad about being woken up?' She thought 'I'd rather not take the chance.'
Mollianne got out of bed and headed into the bathroom. She took out the hidden razor that she kept after Regina took away everything sharp and locked it away in a safe. She used the razor and made some cuts on her wrist.
One cut. The blood starts to flow. Mollianne sees the red blood flowing down her arm, but she imagines that it's black icky stuff. The stuff inside of her that makes her feel dirty.
Two cuts. The blood starts to flow a little more. 'The more blood that flows out, the less icky stuff in my body.' Mollianne thought
Three cuts. More blood. 'No more dirty feeling now.' She thought
Mollianne feels a relief. She smiles and then hides the razor again, before washing her wrist and wrapping it with a bandage.
In the morning, Mollianne headed downstairs to make breakfast. But not before she put on a sweatshirt.
"Hey Gina, what are you cooking?" Mollianne wondered
"Apple Pancakes." Regina replied before glancing over at the girl "Aren't you hot in that sweatshirt? Why don't you take it off?"
Mollianne shook her head, "No, I'm good. I'm actually a little cold, so I think I'll keep it on."
"Okay Mollie, let me see your arm." Regina requested
"No, you have no right." Molliane responded adamant.
Regina looked at Mollianne sternly, "Mollianne, I need to see your arm. I won't ask you again."
Mollianne crossed her arms, "What are you going to do about it?"
Regina walked towards the girl and grabbed Mollianne's right arm, since Mollianne was left-handed it was highly unlikely that she'd cut the left arm.
"Ow! Ow! Ouch!" Mollianne cried as Regina started to roll up the jacket sleeve and she tried to pull away. "Regina! Stop!"
"What's with the bandage?" Regina questioned
Mollianne gave a shrug and didn't say anything.
"You cut yourself again, and I know I have talked to you about this. You were supposed to come see me if you had that urge again. You promised." Regina explained
"I didn't want to bother you when you were sleeping." Mollianne admitted sheepishly
Regina took Mollianne's hands into her own, "You will never be a bother to me, Mollie. Never. Not even at two in the morning."
"Okay." Mollianne said as she gave a nod. She didn't really believe it. She just wanted this conversation to end.
"I mean that." Regina told the girl "I am available to you twenty-four seven just like I am with Henry. Got it?"
Mollianne gave a nod, "I understand. Geez, I'm not a baby."
Mollianne puts her sweatshirt back on, then walks away, heads to the couch, and sits down by Henry.
"Hey Hen, what are you watching?" Mollianne asked the boy. She's starting to see him as a friend, and as her brother.
"Wow Wow Wubbzy." Henry replied "It's funny."
Mollianne smiled, "It looks funny. Mind if I watch with you?"
Henry shook his head, "No. Not at all, Mollie."
Regina glanced at her son and foster daughter. She sighed softly. She really didn't know how to help Mollianne, but that didn't mean she was going to give up. She would just need help. Maybe she could schedule for Mollianne to have some sessions Dr. Archie Hopper, because knowing that the girl is cutting and not being able to help is breaking Regina's heart.
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