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WARNING: LANGUAGE
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Patricia's POV
I was panting. We had just finished running a 1.4km warm up, since it was PE. I'm not fit, and all the hair bands that I wear on my arm were cutting off my blood supply. Why do I wear them, you ask? Well how the hell else am I going to cover up my scars? … But no – I have to take them off right now, or I think I'll pass out…
"Sir, may I please go to the bathroom?" I asked, batting my eyes. He laughed.
"Sure Patricia, but if you're more than 10 minutes, you'll be running an extra 5 laps," he said, looking serious.
"Thanks sir!" I said, and ran to the bathroom, but before that, I went to my locker. I got my PE jumper out. I made my way to the bathroom and took off all 38 hair bands… Damn, that's a lot… I quickly put the jumper on, and stuff the hair bands into my pockets before heading out.
I arrive back at the top-field. I groan out loud – everyone was playing volleyball – my WORST nightmare.
"Alright, Trish, you'll be joining Sarah's team," he said. I groan… again… Sarah, a blondie at the school, was my rival. We were always getting in rows and stuff. Sir shoots me a look and I quickly join the girls.
[Few minutes later]
The ball comes towards me. I know I HAVE to get this, or my team would lose. I mumble a swear word, try jump… and…
I miss. Yes, I miss the bloody ball – by a smelly inch! I lay on the ground, sulking.
"What the fu**, Goth?" screams Sarah. Uh-oh, here we go again…
"I missed the ball, blondie," I spit out.
"It was such an easy hit! How could you have bloody missed that?" she screams again. Gosh, the whole world could go deaf like that… I get up, to be height to height with my rival.
"Piss off, blondie. It was a fuc*en accident," I shot back, pissed off.
"Why won't you take your ridiculous, hideous, jumper off?" she demands – obviously run out of nasty come-backs.
"Because I don't have to – and besides, I like to keep it on," I say. But no – I was lying. I was beginning to feel like I was going to pass out from the over-heat. "Now if you don't mind, I need to get to class," I say, before turning back.
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I get to the bathrooms and take my jumper off. Gosh, I was half-dead. After PE, we have 15 minutes 'grace time'. This is when we are allowed to take a quick shower (optional), change back into our school uniforms (compulsory) and 'cool off'. Since we don't have PE the same time as the boys, they were in History. Then when the bell goes, in approximately 10 minutes, we go to History whilst the boys do PE. I find that stupid, but when we have swimming, it feels right. I take a quick rinse in the cold water, dry off, and change into my school uniform. We wear long sleeved shirts, so I don't have to worry about anything.
Anubis House
Eddie's POV
I sigh. We were back at the House from school, and I was wondering why Patricia had been acting so strangely lately. I was in her room, looking for 'clues'. No – not Sibuna clues – Patricia clues. She's downstairs, harassing poor Alfie. I hear her phone ring, so I get up from her bed and make my way to her bag, which was hooked on her chair. It keeps ringing, but I can't seem to find it. Ah, at last – I pull it out, but it stops ringing. Ag, it always happens. But, with the phone, comes out something else. Something wrapped in tissue paper. I wonder what it is, so I carefully open it. Horror strikes me.
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Blood, blade. Dried blood stuck to the blade. A horrific image comes into my head, but I quickly push it away.
"Eddie, maybe she was… I dunno, skinning a squirrel or something…" my brain says to me. Yea, right. Skinning a squirrel with the blade of a pencil sharpener? I must be going insane. She can't be… you know… self-harming, can she? I decide to push this out of my head.
"Eddie?" I hear a voice behind me. I jump 5 meters into the air in fright. I turn around.
"Oh h-hey," I manage to say.
"What are you doing in my room?" Patricia asks. I walk up to her, blade behind me.
"I need you to tell me honestly," I say, tears threatening to pour down.
"Okay… What's this about?" she asks.
"Well… I… Um… Okay, your phone rang while you were downstairs, so I looked in your bag to find it," I say. "But, I found…" I show it to her. She lets out a small gasp.
"Oh my gosh," she says, barely audible. She turns around to leave, but I wrap my arms around her shoulders. Surprisingly, she doesn't protest.
I slowly pull up her baggy-black-long -sleeved top she was wearing.
Cuts. Cuts everywhere. Some, crisscrossed, some legible words, and so much more. I felt something wet drop on my arm. She was crying. Indeed crying – she had a stream running down her face, and she was muttering something.
"Why?" I softly asked into her ear.
"…" was her reply.
"Why did you?" I asked again.
"…"
"Babe, please," I said, with a pleading voice. At this stage, I was crying too. In two minutes, we could both be drowned in our own tears.
"…"
"I want to help you, but you need to tell me why you did this!" I say. It didn't seem like she was going to reply.
"BECAUSE I JUST COULDN'T COPE, ALRIGHT? BECAUSE I WANTED TO END EVERYTHING BUT THAT WOULDN'T WORK, SO I HAD TO DO THIS TO COPE! BUT RIGHT NOW, I WISH I DID END EVERYTHING!" she shouts. I jolt in surprise.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," was all she was muttering between sobs now.
"Sh, we'll work our way through things, alright?" I said.
"NO, nothing's gonna work. Go on – leave me. I know you want to – what normal person would want to be with a crazed up person anyway?" she says.
"But I'm not normal. And I love you, no matter what you do," I whispered softly into her ear.
"I gotta go," she said, before shaking me off and heading to the bathroom. A split second later, the door locks – I now know what she's up to. It sinks into my brain and run to the door. Too late… I start banging on the door like there's no tomorrow. THANK GOODNESS THESE WALLS ARE SOUND-PROOF.
"PATRICIA! PATRICIA OPEN THE DOOR!" I scream, knocking and kicking the door. No use.
Patricia's POV
I was sobbing hysterically now. I took my blade out.
"How could you be so stupid? Why didn't you throw that away?" I mumbled to myself. With that, I place the blade on my elbow. I was planning to drag it down to my wrist. I've never felt the urge to cut this desperately.
Drag
Drip
Drip
Drip
Drag
Drip
Drip
Drip
My arm was stinging like hell. I was drifting in and out of consciousness. Then, boom.
Whee ooh whee ooh
That's all I could hear before I slipped out again.