A/N: This FF has some content that a lot of people either choose to ignore, or find disturbing. I apologize if this either offends you or bothers you. I don't know why I wrote this, I just did. And it fits, or seems right or something. But if you hate it, that's ok. I accept that. But if you love it, or even like it a little, thank you.
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Disclaimer: this is the only disclaimer I will write. I own nothing. Sadly.
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Rory put new band-aids on her arm and pulled her sleeve down to cover the bandages. She grabbed up the wrappers and threw them away, pulling some tissues out of the box to cover the wrappers in the trash can. She slid the blade carefully between the mattress and box spring of her bed. This wasn't the first time she had done this. She had gotten use to the process of hiding it. Ever since she had slept with Dean she had felt really guilty. At first she told her self she had nothing to feel guilty about, Dean was hers even if he was married. But she did feel guilty. And one day she just cut her arm a little, and it helped. So she started doing it more. Now there were small scars all over her arms. None of them were deep or very big but they were there. Looking at them made her feel worse, but while she was making them, nothing else mattered.
Lorelai knocked on her door and Rory quickly grabbed a book off her shelf and pretended to read. Lorelai let her self into Rory's room.
"Hey Kiddo, you hungry?"
"Um...yeah... uh yeah."
"Great, You up for Luke's?"
"Uh yeah give me a couple minutes?"
"K, I'll be in the living room."
"K."
Rory got off her bed and picked up her brush. A million things ran through her head as she pulled the brush through her hair. Was her cutting wrong? Were her and Dean wrong? Would anything ever go back to normal?
She doubted it.
A/N ok this is the end of the first chapter. This is kinda short but more will come very soon. Thank you for reading this.
DriftAway