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Present time
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Rose's p.o.v.
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And that's how I ended up here, alone in my bed, sobbing.
I've been this way for almost a week. I told my parents that I've just been sick, but they don't seem to believe me.
Marcel...
What happened to him?
I lost my virginity to him.
It was supposed to be special...
Marcel was just leading me on, just to get something from me.
"That bastard." I whispered.
I decided to get up, heading towards my restroom.
I looked into the mirror.
My face was pale, eyes puffy and dead. My hair stuck up in many places.
I frowned.
I knew exactly why Marcel wanted nothing to do with me.
I was an ugly,
worthless
whore.
I was so fucking easy.
"Whore." I whispered, glaring at myself with so much hatred.
My eyes watered, opening the bathroom cabinet.
It contained one thing.
A razor.
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If you ever need a friend, don't hesitate to message me okay?
If you cut, don't.
I know it's hard to stop, but believe me, it's not worth it.
You're stronger than that.
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Comment your opinions :)
Also, if you don't mind, I have started another fanfic.
It's, of course, a Marcel Styles fanfic.
But that fanfic will be the true, nerdy Marcel Styles :)
He'll probably stay the same way until later in the story.
It's called Skinny Love.
Yes, there will be smut, but that'll be later in the story.
If you do check it out, comment on it if I should continue :)
