In My Arms | fangle | under editing

(tw: description contains self-harm, bullying, death, and a small mention of drugs)

"Woah, look at her eyes!"

"What a freak."

"Is that even normal?"

Mangle held her head in her hands, breathing slowly. She wished they would all just be quiet.

"I heard her dad died and her mom's a druggie."

"I heard she doesn't even have a mom."

Tears slipped out of her eyes as the words began to surround her. She felt as though she were drowning. It suddenly became hard to breathe and she suddenly couldn't stop herself.

Her footsteps were loud as she walked down the vacant hallways. She made it to the bathroom as quickly as she could. She walked to a stall and locked it. She got the tiny silver blade from her pocket and sat down. As tears rolled down her cheeks she began to drag it across her wrist.

After a considerable amount of time and an even larger amount of self-inflicted damage, she grabbed some toilet paper and cleaned up the mess.

This was not that long ago. If her mom hadn't found out and moved her to California, she might have gone farther. But now she's attending Fazbear High and has so many friends. So many people that love her. She's important and everything is amazing.

But things can't always stay that way.

"Please. Stop! Why are you doing this to me?!" She screamed out, but nobody else could hear her. She was alone with him and she couldn't hate it more.

"Please, someone help."

But no one can help you when you're all alone.

I do not own anyone or anything in this story except for the plot.