Disclaimer: if you suffer from depression it is highly unrecommended for you to continue reading this story. You have been warned.
Puma's POV
When I opened my eyes, Connor was next to me, eyes shut closed. His LED was spinning a soft blue. Suddenly, the events of last night seemed to shoot through me.
Why the fuck did I tell him that? I panicked. Of course he's going to tell Dad. And I'm in deep trouble. He's not supposed to know. He can't. He simply can't.
I drew a shaky breath and got out of bed, standing in front of my closet, looking for clothes to wear to work today. I had to at least try to put on some clean clothes. I put on a dark blue and white horizontal striped shirt with a black leather jacket over it and skinny jeans. Looping through my leather belt, I grabbed my gun and put it in the gun pocket with a few other things and went downstairs. I fumbled with the fridge and hastily got out a chocolate bar which I munched on, and went back upstairs to the bathroom. Washing my face, I looked up at myself.
What a useless bitch. Do you think anyone can help you? A faraway voice echoed in my head with a laugh. I shook my head. I told myself I would stop, I looked down.
Your arms aren't decorated enough. Go get a knife.
I carefully looked up at myself again. My eyes stung as they brimmed with tears and slowly slid down my cheeks.
Go get a knife. I heard again.
No. I will not.
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The voice filled my head and overlapped itself as I slid into my legs into a criss-cross position and tucked them under me. I covered my face with my hands as I stopped holding back the tears.
I was doing so well, did talking to Connor break me again? I thought to myself desperately.
"Puma." I heard a knock on the other side of the door.
"Oh. Hey Connie." I said with a smile and got up, wiping my tears and throwing the tissue in the trash. I opened the door as I pulled on my "happy mask".
"Are you alright, Puma?" He asked.
"Huh? Yeah! Perfect! Let's go to the station. Are you ready for work? You've been waiting for quite a while for that to happen, right?" I gave a laugh and slipped down into the stairs before he could say anything.
"You need to eat, Puma." He stated.
"I already ate." I shook my head and pulled on my sneakers, heading for the door.
"What did you eat?"
"Some leftovers from last night." I made up a lie swiftly.
"And where is the plate, may I ask?" He raised his eyebrows.
"I-it uh-. Fine. I ate from the bowl and didn't finish it, so I put it back in the fridge. Now let's go."
"Puma, you and I both know you're lying. You need to eat." He said.
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