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“You’re too smart to be depressed. You respond well and have plans set out for your future. Maybe...” I didn’t care to keep listening for once those words left my doctor’s mouth, I lost all faith in adults… I had 13 stitches on my left wrist for god's sake… and yet… I’m “too smart” to be depressed… to be suicidal.
“Thank you doctor, we will keep that in mind. Sweetie, why don’t you tell the Doctor thank you” my mother said while staring at me with a look in her eyes I knew all too well. “Thank you Dr. Brandon…” I said stiffly. “Your welcome y/n, now just remember to keep your wrist tightly wrapped and to not use it so you don't burst a stitch. I will be sending you home with a packet for more care instructions. Think you can handle that?” The doctor, Dr. Brandon, asked me. But before I could speak up, my mother interrupted me, “Of course she can, she is such a smart little girl and she is about to turn 13, this can help her learn some responsibility.” Dr. Brandon just shakes his head, agreeing with my mother.
“Well, you both take care and come back in a week so we can check on the stitches and hopefully remove them,” Dr. Brandon then takes his leave… leaving me alone with my mother and a nurse. I can feel the daggers coming from my mother and I know I will hear another earful on the way home, probably something similar to what I heard on the way to the hospital. “Now then Mrs. l/n would you please follow me to fill out the discharge paperwork?” The nurse guided my mother out of the room but not before she could whisper in my ear, “If you even move a muscle from where you are sitting I will give you a reason for leaving this earth.”
Which is ironic considering she is the main reason I am here. I am her oldest child and her only daughter but she lives through me. Every sport I'm in? Approved by her. Friends I want to keep? She has to interview the kids and the parents. Want to participate in any clubs? Well… you get the trend. But maybe… just maybe I can find a way out… and be free… happy…
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It’s been 3 years since I tried to end my life and nothing much has changed. I still get bullied and my mother still abuses me. As I walk to school, I can’t help but feel like someone is following. Just as I’m about to turn around, I get pushed against a wall. “So, you got ballsy today and decided to walk out in the open huh?” Sasha… I am her favorite victim. “Are you gonna answer me witch?” Sasha says in her annoying voice. Witch is an… endearing… term used for my quirk. I can grow different plants on my body but I typically grow medicinal herbs and flowers to make salves for all the scrapes and bumps my mother and Sasha give me. “I didn’t mean to walk in front of you, sorry Sasha.” I hastily answer before she gets even more annoyed at my lack of response. “Well, since you oh so willingly decided to not hide from me today. You get the honor of carrying my bag.” She said while handing her bag to me. I almost dropped it from how heavy it was but quickly recovered. “And get rid of those flowers on your head, they're giving me a headache already.” I didn’t realize I had white pear blossoms starting to grow from my annoyance of her. “Sorry Sasha” I whisper quietly while plucking the flowers from my hair.
After a 5 minute walk to the school we went to our class which was (unfortunately) the same. I put Sasha’s bag down on her chair and moved to my own. Luckily Sasha’s friends were already there so I was able to easily slip away to my own desk and get my school stuff out.
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It was finally lunch time and ‘luckily’ my mother conveniently ate mine. I look around the room making sure that no bullies (especially Sasha) are here and see me leave. Sasha is talking to her friends and is distracted so I quickly and quietly escape. On my way to the cafeteria I noticed some blonde kid kicking a green kid… I wanted to help… but if I didn’t have my lunch fast then Sasha would make sure I wouldn’t get one. I finally make it to the cafeteria and get some food, just a simple curry bowl and some rice. I quickly leave the building and go around back to my usual lunch spot and consume my meal as fast as possible without choking. Just as I’m about to finish my last bite… I get kicked… in the face. As I am struggling to get off the ground I can tell I was being surrounded by a group of kids laughing at me. A specific feminine laugh louder than the groups catches my attention. “Sasha… what do you want?” I weakly sputter out finally meeting her eyes. I was then aggressively kicked in the back making my sputter and fall back to the ground on my stomach with the foot pressing on my back. “Don’t you know your place yet?” “Yeah why do you keep looking Sasha in the eye you witch?” “The witch is trying to control Sasha maybe” “How could she? All she can do is make these annoying plants grow out of her.” As the kids surrounding me verbally abuse me one pulls on a plant growing on my head forcing me to look up before it is fully plucked.
“Fuck y/n you are a disgusting site to look at. Covered in dirt and crying… my the only thing that could make you look any worse…” Sasha says while slowly starting to crouch down in front of me. “Is if you started to bleed.” She smirked and quickly stabbed my hand to the ground, effectively trapping it with the wooden stake she used. The rest of her group slowly backed away from us and created a barrier to keep others from looking… or to keep me from escaping. “You’ve been running around, hiding, escaping for too long y/n. So I think it’s about time I taught you a lesson. A lesson in where you belong!” Sasha enunciated her last word with a kick to my face and thus begins her relentless kicking with several of her groupies joining in. My left hand is uselessly stabbed to the ground but luckily not bleeding out… yet. I curl myself inward to hopefully protect my internal organs and use my right forearm to block my face. Whether by a blessing or instinct Gympie-Gympie started to grow out of my back, arms, and legs. Slowly the bullies started baking off because of the searing pain the plant has caused. “What the fuck did you grow you little witch?! Are you trying to fight back and hurt us?! HUH?!”
Sasha begins to cut off the plant from my body, effectively cutting me in the process and causing me to bleed a fair bit. “Maybe if we bleed you dry like the little witch that you are we can-” Sasha yanks the stake out of my hand. Making me scream and hold my hand to my chest as it starts to bleed out, causing me to go light headed from the blood loss and lack of oxygen in my lungs. “-finish what the pilgrims started.” Sasha began to laugh with her friends joining in. But that was the last straw, I’ve been told to run away, wished kidnapping upon me, hell I’ve had peers wish they could rape me without having to see my face. But to imply harming me to the point of death? Not even my own mother has done that. But by the look in Sasha’s eye’s… she isn’t lying… and with her quirk Vampire Slayer… she could definitely do it…