Pretty

DISCLAIMER : Sensitive topics I.E Self Harm

'Am I pretty?' Staring up and down at her slightly battered and scarred body in the dorm mirror, Nora had started to begin to question her self-value.

Deep vermilion encryption imprinted on her modest pale skin, they rallied from her inner thigh, splitting into various formations surrounding her nether-region. Almost as if being immersed in a time slip, Nora could vividly recall the first moment she dented her skin with the emotional pain and society standards that were constantly clouding her mind. Bruises from training and that wall down the corridor exhibited themselves on her surprisingly petite hands, as well as her arms and knees.

Nora had never perceived herself as a slim woman, however that wasn't the main concern, it was her face. This face, HER face, this ginger freckled, pig-like, round, ugly face was the 'thing' that she despised. Various phases meant she sometimes hated or was content with her facial features, first she blamed hormones, then society, then her beautiful red-head team mate for making her insecure, then the adored figures of Yang Xao-Long and Weiss Schnee. Nora felt disgusting, disgusted that she would ever blame another harmless woman for her lack of confidence and continued to pin herself as the culprit as well as the victim.

No-one knew her inner demons were persistent in keeping her chained, Pyrrah had her suspicions but decided to wait until Nora would be comfortable enough to approach her, though she has waited months for even the smallest interaction to occur. Proceeding towards Ren's table situated in the library, Pyrrah ushered him outside and calmly expressed her concerns.

Nora was reaching her widths end with life, school, being a huntress, she never belonged to anything nor anyone, people only pitted her unfortunate upbringing and her perplexing attempts to be portrayed as happy.

'Should I just shave it?'

Chewed fingernails gently gripped the edge of Jaunes' razor from his bathroom basket. The blade fascinated Nora, it was lightweight and illuminated the brightness from the bathroom ceiling, bouncing into her ocean blue eyes and resting on her forearm. She licked her lips.

NO NO NO...This wasn't right nor was it her intention to use it for!

For once her hands responded to her request and hovered above her arm, anxiously waiting its masters next instruction, which in this case, was to turn itself on. Applying weight onto the hefty button placed centre of the contraction, it eventually turned on. The buzzing escaping the mouth of the razor was music to Nora's ears, like a humming bird you hear in early morning, the sound was soothing and addictive as a drug, allowing her heart to be embraced by tranquillity.

Then the door opened. Grasping the handle almost as a life line, was a sweat drenched and out of breath Lie Ren. Ren's knees were struck with fear, glued in place, not wanting to abide by his rules, magenta eyes examined the scene playing in front of him in disbelief. He knew had to act fast, but took a few seconds to gather his thoughts before proceeding, he was angry. Rage engulfed his vision, how could Nora do this to herself? Was it her or someone else? Did she not trust him enough to tell him her problems?

On the two second mark, Ren was now circled by confusion. He couldn't recall a time period where Nora had any reason to be 'this' damaged and depressed, was it something that's been lingering over the past few weeks, months, years? He just didn't know. How to approach and help the tear ridden girl in front of him had to be well thought out and precise, any wrong move could trigger her to do more harm than good to herself.

The final second made it's estimated arrival and gave the young man the opportunity to organise his solution. The atmosphere surrounding the two individuals was on his side, as he swiftly took the blade out of the gingers hands, it deeply cut into his very own, drips floating down to the minimal space between them, Ren winced but focused on the more important task at hand.

'I'm here it's okay' gloomy blue eyes met promising pink as the both made their way to Nora's bed. He didn't talk, just listened, probably the best thing to do in this situation. Eventually and hopefully, she would get the help and aid she needed.

2019 UPDATE: It has been about a year and a half since my last update, I didn't expect anyone to be reading these but it seems like people like my writing style so I quickly wrote this earlier this morning 3 I want to portray different personalities of people and this time I wanted to demonstrate that even the happiest of people have their own insecurities.

I DO NOT OWN RWBY, THIS IS JUST A FANFICTION! Artwork by Sadshygirl97

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