Hannah limped over to the sink with a sigh, wetting a piece of paper towel in her hand. She watched as the water so gently streamed down and soaked through the paper. When she felt the water’s cold tingle on her palm, she pulled away, turning the squeaky knob to ‘off’ with her free hand. She gingerly pushed the paper down with her thumb onto the stinging, bleeding incisions on the inside of her thigh.
Her face contorted as the aftermath set in, and she reached for a bandage to hold the dripping wad in place.
She had gone through this ritual time and time again, every time she couldn’t be consoled from the pain. Her solution was creating more pain. Real pain. Pain she could see and feel.
It stopped the crying, it stopped the anger. Temporarily, of course, but just enough to feel better for a little while. And she really needed this tonight.
Hannah slipped slowly back into her loose shorts, just long enough to cover the full length of the bandage. She walked, sort of bow-legged, to her room. She stripped down to her underwear slowly, as to not cause too much additional irritation to her legs.
After she had put on her t-shirt, Hannah climbed into bed carefully. Once she was finally settled in, she couldn’t sleep. Big surprise.
She stayed awake for what seem like hours, her eyes wide open, fixated on the ceiling. He mind was in ten million different places. Sexuality, love, decisions to make. Life can be tough when you’ve gone through as much as this girl.
She had, in fact, only one huge decision to make at the moment. However, it was far from easy.
You see, Hannah had two best friends, Isabelle and Patrick.
Both of them she could laugh with, talk to, and share her darkest secrets.
But, here’s the kicker.
She was in love with both of them.
Yep, that’s right, the boy and the girl.
Didn’t expect a 15-year-old girl to know she’s bisexual?
Well, you thought wrong.
Hannah’s mind was spinning, and she knew she had to go through this one story at a time.
She began with the story of Isabelle.
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sorry if it was kinda short, but there's more to come.
what do you guys think so far?
Her face contorted as the aftermath set in, and she reached for a bandage to hold the dripping wad in place.
She had gone through this ritual time and time again, every time she couldn’t be consoled from the pain. Her solution was creating more pain. Real pain. Pain she could see and feel.
It stopped the crying, it stopped the anger. Temporarily, of course, but just enough to feel better for a little while. And she really needed this tonight.
Hannah slipped slowly back into her loose shorts, just long enough to cover the full length of the bandage. She walked, sort of bow-legged, to her room. She stripped down to her underwear slowly, as to not cause too much additional irritation to her legs.
After she had put on her t-shirt, Hannah climbed into bed carefully. Once she was finally settled in, she couldn’t sleep. Big surprise.
She stayed awake for what seem like hours, her eyes wide open, fixated on the ceiling. He mind was in ten million different places. Sexuality, love, decisions to make. Life can be tough when you’ve gone through as much as this girl.
She had, in fact, only one huge decision to make at the moment. However, it was far from easy.
You see, Hannah had two best friends, Isabelle and Patrick.
Both of them she could laugh with, talk to, and share her darkest secrets.
But, here’s the kicker.
She was in love with both of them.
Yep, that’s right, the boy and the girl.
Didn’t expect a 15-year-old girl to know she’s bisexual?
Well, you thought wrong.
Hannah’s mind was spinning, and she knew she had to go through this one story at a time.
She began with the story of Isabelle.
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sorry if it was kinda short, but there's more to come.
what do you guys think so far?
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