False Hope

The Beginning (Chapter 1)

TW: Body shaming,self harm and suicidal thoughts

It had been 1 week since they had finished rebuilding their home. And 1 week since everyone in the Madrigal family got their gifts back. That means everything should be fixed now right? Nope Camilo knew Abuela didn't change, just earlier that day she made a comment on Dolores's weight. And he heard Abuela say something about Isabela's new dress.

Dolores and Isabela looked so hurt by the comments. It pissed Camilo off how Abuela had already started going back to her old ways. It might have not been intentional but still she obviously hurt Isabela and Dolores. Camilo had decided not to bring it up yet so he didn't. Camilo stayed quiet during dinner still a little mad at Abuela and just not in the mood for talking. It was a little unusual for him not to be talking or making jokes. But no one said anything about it.

After dinner Camilo went straight up to his room. His room like him shape shifts, it changes based on his emotions but he can some what control it. Right now his room was a theater. Camilo started walking backstage and unlike a regular theater backstage was huge. Backstage was filled with various costumes and props. He went and sat in a corner of his room. Camilo hasn't been happy lately, no not even just lately he hasn't felt genuine happiness in years. He felt like he always had to make everyone happy and laughing. It didn't matter if he wasn't happy as long as everyone else was he was fine. But he really wasn't fine trying to constantly make everyone happy was hard and bad on his mental health. And he had a very bad way to deal with the stress.

Camilo then grabbed a box he had tucked under costumes and props. He opened the box and there was a box cutter in the box. Camilo took the box cutter out. He had found it around a year ago when he first started this bad habit. He then pulled up his sleeves and took the box cutter
Worthless
Cut
No one likes you
Cut
They hate you
Cut
They want you dead
Cut
You should be dead
Cut
Why are you even still here
Cut
Camilo knew he should probably stop now but he couldn't. He wanted to watch the blood flow down his arms. He wanted to feel the pain of the cuts. But his thoughts were interrupted when someone barged into his room calling his name. "Camilo! Camilo are you in here?" Antonio called
"Shit!" Camilo whispered

Author notes:
Please give me tips and constructive criticism this is the first story I've written and it's mostly just me projecting onto Camilo.