Chapter 21: PJ
TRIGGER WARNING: Self harm, it isn't gore (compared to my other stories), just a small mention, but if you think it would trigger you, please skip from when Percy goes to check on Cassandra until the end of the chapter, please. Nothing major happens from thereforth, just them talking and if you do skip, anything they talk about will be discussed again later on so you WILL NOT miss anything if you do decide to skip.
We thought we were ready for anything, everything, as we marched up to the front door. What we were not ready for, was a twenty-four year old girl to answer the door and Rachel to burst into song.
She didn't really burst into song. But I almost wish she had. It would've been better than the unintelligible words she had spoken.
At least the Delphi was nice?
She took us inside to her kitchen where she had a laptop set up in the kitchen, plugged into an electric outlet.
After introducing herself as Cassandra and asking us if we wanted anything to eat, which we said we didn't, she let herself out to use the bathroom.
I suppose I could've- should have- stopped Delphi when she went to open the computer, but as it is, I didn't.
She opened up the computer, it's screen open to a Microsoft Word document less than a page was written but when Rachel read it aloud over Delphi's shoulder it sounded like a published piece, not like a first draft.
Cassandra had been in the bathroom for a long while so I excused myself to go see if she was okay.
When I knocked on the door, I could hear her crying. It wasn't loud sobbing, it was muffled, not only because of the door but like she was holding a towel to her face.
"Cassandra? Can I come in?" I asked, hoping that she would let me.
"Y- Yeah." She hiccuped. She opened the door enough for me to slip inside and then shut it after me.
I stood frozen for a moment at what I saw. A bloody razor blade was on the sink, it had streams of blood dripping down it. I sneaked a look at the entire bathroom.
That was when I noticed a pregnancy test marked "Positive" next to the sink.
Taking Cassandra's hands in mine, I ran the tap. After I let the cuts wash out I found bandages underneath the sink that would work for keeping her arms clean.
I sat down on the closed toilet seat for a minute while I thought about what to say.
"Do you want to talk about it?" I finally decide to ask.