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Previously on The Pleasure of Pain:-
"There's no way in hell I'm letting anyone hurt you again. I'm not letting you out of my sight," he whispered. I nodded.
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New Chapter
Patricia's POV
"You all have one hour fifteen minutes to complete the paper," our Accounting teacher, Mrs. Marith, my favorite teacher said. I groan. Oh yea – I was back at school, and the casts were finally off, but you could still see the fresh scars. At school, no-one seem to have heard of the accident – not even the Anubis residents. She walked up and down the aisles, at top speed. She briefly stops by me, but I just shrug it off.
Don't get me wrong – I LOVE this subject, but hell, I was NOT in the mood for it, after spending the last week in hospital.
Ding, ding!
Finally! After a LONG hour and fifteen minutes, the bell finally goes. She walks around again, to collect our papers.
"Alright. Everyone, dismissed, except, Miss Williamson, if you could stay behind," she said. Everyone stood up and left the classroom. Mrs. Marith closes the door behind the last person and sits back at her desk.
"Yes Ma'am?" I say. I was desperate to leave the classroom.
"I saw your arms, Patricia," she said, as a matter-of-fact. Wait, my arms? My scars? She couldn't have! I had my blazer on the entire time! I play innocent.
"My arms? … And it's supposed to mean…" I say, smiling my fake smile.
"What happened?" she asks quietly.
"Ma'am, I really have no idea what you're talking about… Are my arms the first pair of arms you've seen? Surely not, judging by the fact that everyone in the class has arms…" I say, fake-laughing.
"Oh save it, Patricia. You know what I'm talking about – the cuts? Where are they from?" she says, in a worried voice. Think fast, I say to myself.
"Oh, those!" I say cheerfully as an idea popped into my head. "I was skating over the holidays, and I drove my arm into another skater's blades…" I said, praying that she bought it. However, she shot me a triumphant look.
"My dearest Patricia," she starts. "We're just back from SUMMER holidays," she says. "And those cut are FRESH," she adds.
"Well how do you know I didn't go to…Antarctica?" I shoot her a sweet, yet deadly look.
"Should I give your mother a call?" she asks.
"No!" I say.
"Exactly. Give me your arms. Sleeve up," she says. I groan, but obey.
"Oh My Gosh," she whispers. "How?"
"I scraped myself on my locker," I say, rolling my eyes. She looks tired.
"Very well," she says. "You may go," she finishes, sighing and letting my arm go. To be honest, I'm surprised she let me go so easily…
"Hey… What was that about?" asks Eddie, who seems to have been waiting outside this entire time.
"Oh… uh… She just wanted to warn me that my grades in Accounting were dropping tremendously," I lie. Yes, lie – I don't want him to worry. No. Not after what JUST happened, with me in the hospital and everything. He smiles, puts an arm around me, and we head off to lunch.
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That evening at Anubis House, after dinner
He warned me. The doctor warned me that one more cut on myself would earn him the right to throw me in rehab. Okay, okay – he didn't say it like that, but that's how my brain took it in. I'm currently sitting on the bathroom floor, blade in hand. The door was, of course, locked. I just don't know what to do. Just at that moment, a flow of urge rushes through me, and without realizing it, I cut myself. I moan. I had missed this – the pleasure of pain. It would allow me to let go of all things and just be me again. Well not quite, but you know what I mean… A knock on the door.
"Yacker?"
Shit, it's Eddie.
"What?" I snap.
"What are you doing in there?" he asks with a suspicious tone.
"Taking a shower, Eddie," I sigh.
"Um… okay… make it quick, please," he says.
"Don't tell me what to do, Slimeball," I say with my famous smirk-tone.
"Yea, yea," says Eddie. I hear him leave. I let out a LONG sigh of relief. I quickly make another couple of minor cuts and clean up. I put my wrist-watch on, and head out after putting the blade back in its hiding place. I put my watch on so it'd cover my scars. I go downstairs, talk to a couple of people including Eddie, before heading to bed. My, my, I'm tired…
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The next day
Patricia's POV
"Alright, all of you may be dismissed. Patricia, I'd like to have a word with you," Mrs. Marith says. Damn, I should've known…
"Right, Patricia," she starts once she closed the door after the last person. "I called your mum," she says. I groan.
"What did she say?" I ask carefully.
"Why did you lie to me?" she says. She looks… somewhat… hurt?
"Who says I lied?" I defend myself. She walks up to me and pulls up my sleeve. I wince at the friction against my fresh, new cuts.
"Because, Patricia. You have more than yesterday. What, did you go to Antarctica and back again last night?" she says in a stern voice.
"I… I'm gonna be late for class," I say, and get up.
"No. You're not going anywhere. I've told Eddie I need your help for something and I've texted your next teacher that you'll miss out," she says firmly. I sigh and sit back down.
"So? What are these? C'mon, Patricia, you and I both know what they are. Please, just admit to them," she says in a pleading voice. Now, I'm pissed off.
"Fine, you want me to say it, I will. I cut myself. I'm crazy. I'm worthless, I'm a self-harmer. You happy now?" I said in a sharp voice. Surprisingly, she doesn't have tears in her eyes.
"Why do you?" she asks, still in her normal voice.
"I really don't want to talk about it. Besides, I had to tell my boyfriend that already. Isn't that enough?" I plead.
"Do your parents know?"
"No."
"Should I tell them?"
"NO!"
"Why not?"
"Because it's MY life, not theirs," I say, staring at the floor.
"Patri-… Nevermind… Go off to class… Can I talk to you tomorrow?"
"No. Bye," I say, before storming out. I know she only wanted to help me, but no. I don't want help.
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Anubis House
"Patricia?" Eddie's voice sounds.
"In here!" I say. I was in my room, doing some homework. He comes in and sits next to me.
"She told me what happened. Mrs. Marith. She seemed pretty upset…" he said. I rolled my eyes.
"Whatever… I don't care…" I say. Silence fills the room for a minute, which seems like eternity.
Then, "Babe?" he started, with that voice of his, which clearly meant 'I'm so sorry, don't kill me'. I groan.
"Don't call me that. And yea?" I say, in a whisper.
"I-uh… I… Um…" he starts.
"No stuttering… You what?" I say, looking into his deep blue eyes.
"Please don't hate me for this, but I…" he finished, but I didn't hear what he said, regarding the fact that it was barely audible.
"Sorry?" I sniffed.
"I… I checked you into rehab," he said, looking away. I laughed.
"Eddie, stop messing around. What did you say at first?" I ask, still smiling. His expression remains rigid. Oh shit. This isn't a joke.
"It's not a joke, is it?" I said quietly.
"Nope…" he looks and sounds so guilty, but at that moment, I don't care. I'm filled with anger.
"Get out," I say quietly.
"What?" he says.
"Get out," I repeat in the same tone.
"Patricia, please. Don't do this-"
"GET THE HELL OUT OF THIS ROOM!" I burst. He knows when I need my space. He obediently gets up and leaves, hesitating at the door.
When he leaves, I burst into tears. I cry non-stop for 2 hours. What. A. Life.
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