The Greatest Showmance (rini au)

Chapter 19

Tw: ED, vomiting, blood, short panic attack, SH
Nini's pov:
Did I just dodge a bullet or lose the love of my life? (Hehe ts reference)

I still can't believe what just happened. I mean, it was probably bound to happen eventually. Lilly is so much prettier.
I looked at the mirror. I know I promised Ricky I wouldn't make myself puke again, but I don't owe him anything now that we're not dating anymore. 
So I stuck my finger in my throat. Then again, again, and again, until I had nothing else to vomit out.
Then I cried until I couldn't breathe. I needed something I distract myself. I opened my drawer and saw a razor. I took the razor and cut a small thin line on my wrist. I watched as a little bit of blood dripped onto the floor. I did not expect it to be that painful, but at least it distracted me. I let the pain be the only thing on my mind, as I laid on the floor feeling completely numb.

Next morning...

"Nini! What are you doing on the bathroom floor? Did you fall asleep here?" Mamma C asked.
"Huh? Oh yeah, sorry." I replied.
"Is that blood?" Mamma D asked.
"Huh, oh yeah. I uh, time of the month." I lied.
"Aw, I'll make you some tea when you get back. Get ready for school, or you're gonna be late." Mamma C said.
"Ok, thanks" I replied.

I looked at my wrists, I had a couple scars now. I didn't want anyone to know, so I wore my oversized hoodie and sweatpants. Then I put concealer under my eyes, since they were really puffy and red. It couldn't hide all of it, but at least it's less noticeable now.

"Oh my gosh Nini! I thought you were dead! Why didn't you answer my bajillion texts?" Gina asked as I walked into the school.
"Oh sorry, I turned off my phone." I replied.
"You never turn off your phone. Are you ok?" Gina asked.
"Yeah I'm fine Gi." I told her.
"Also it's like a million degrees! Why are you wearing a hoodie?" She questioned.
"I just have cold blood." I lied.
"Uh ok. See ya at rehearsals later!" She said as she left.

Oh shoot. I have rehearsals today, I completely forgot. That means I have to see Ricky. 
I started panicking, and my breaths were getting shortened. I quickly ran into the washroom and locked myself in a stall. I grabbed the razor out of my backpack, and cut a small slit on my wrist.
Once I calmed down, I went to class and acted normal.
I am dreading rehearsals now.