⚠️Trigger warning ⚠️ There are some suicidal and depressed thoughts so if you are so sensitive I'll mark it with a ⚠️
When I wake up on Saturday I have four missed texts from Benji and three from Keira. I check.
Benji: Where'd you go?
Mia?
Why won't you answer me?
Are you ok?
I decide to leave him on read. Then I check Keira's.
Keira: Hey honey so sad you left
I never said you could leave before it finished
See you monday 😉
What have I gotten myself into? I know she means what she said and that Monday was gonna be a nightmare. All I could do was make it through the weekend. I pull out my book and just ignore the world.
*Ding*
Benji: Mia please answer me
What happened
Mia: Don't pretend like you didn't have fun with Keira
Benji: Mia I'm sorry but it wasn't my fault
She pushed me against the wall unexpectedly
Mia:Sure
Whatever
Benji: Mia I'm sorry
Mia: Just stop pretending
I know you don't care
Benji: Mia I do care
I've always cared
Mia: You're just pretending to care about me like everyone else
Benji: Why are you pushing me away
Mia: I push everyone away
Don't take it personally
It's just easier
The people you love always leave you one way or another
Benji: Mia?
⚠️ I throw the phone and start crying. I go into the bathroom and find my razor. I've wanted to do this for so long but I couldn't hurt my dad like that. I can't live like this anymore.
I sit back against the bathroom door. Everything looks blurry through my tears, but I don't even stop to think as I press the cool metal into my skin. I slowly drag it across and see the bright red blood pulling up. Letting out the blood feels like letting out the pain. I go to make another cut but hear the doorbell ring. I set down the razor and run downstairs. ⚠️
I put my hand behind my back and answer the door. When I do, I see Rianna.
"Hey your dad wanted me to check up on you," she says.
"Ok, well I'm fine."
"Are you not gonna invite me in?"
"Umm, sure," I tell her. "I'm gonna run to the restroom but I'll be right back."
She walks in and walks straight to the couch, kicks up her feet, and sighs.
If anyone feels the way Mia feels please talk to someone. You can always DM me if needed.
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Mia's Trauma
Teen FictionMia suffered from the lost of a loved one from a young age and now she's trying to deal with middle school too. How will Mia react, and who will be there for her?
