Peggy POV
I sat on the bench outside the hospital waiting for Mar to finish her sign out papers. I thought about how our lives have changed. Will she cut again? Will we be friends? Should I act cold to her again?
I put a cigarette between my teeth and lit it, like I do when I'm stressed or anxious. I inhaled. I frowned. I didn't get the same calmness or pleasure I used to get from it, so I threw it on the ground and stomped on it.
I ran my hands over my arms, feeling the bumps and ridges left there by scars. My drowned deepened.
Maria walked out.
"Ready?" She said, her voice sounding distant.
"I guess," I sighed.
"Why are we sad to leave?"
" I don't know. I don't control my emotions."
She didn't respond.
Our Uber showed up. We got in.
Maria's POV
What am I feeling. She's my best friend. I get happy when I think of her. But I'm not gay. I would know if I'm gay right I would feel different. I just like her as s friend.
She helped me. She almost killed herself for me.
I ran my hands over the bumpy scars on my arms. I don't even remember what encouraged me to do that. I wonder how bad Peggy's scar are. She never wears t-shirts. I have never seen her arms.
My mind was blank as I stumbled out of the car. I felt her hands on my back. I looked at her. I fell towards her face like I wanted to kiss her but she looked to the side. She caught me in her arms and scooped me up.
"Okay hun," she said.
I had anxiety and depression medication in me. This is my second day on it and it makes me feel so calm and weird inside.
I don't know.
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FanfictionPeggy Schuyler. The girl who picks fights and smokes in the halls. Wears long sleeves on hot days. High social status in old school due to sisters. Highschool is...treating her different. Maria Lewis. Sour then sweet. In abusive relashonship and try...
