Requested By the_laetus_poeta
This is my first time writing Angst so it may suck, sorry in advanced.
This will also include a bit of a BMC theme in it, with the 'Peggy In The Bathroom', listen to the song if you want. This is a modern AU cuz it is easier for me to write that way. Enjoy!
Also Trigger Warning; Self-harm And suicide. If that makes you uncomfortable or anything PLEASE SKIP THIS CHAPTER.

Sorry in advanced

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Peggy's P.O.V.
'Peggy In The Bathroom by herself' I cried, sitting in the downstairs bathroom, during a big house party. My sisters and everyone out there was enjoying themselves while I was in here crying. I was always stuck in their shadow, not being able to break out of it. My sisters always got the spotlight, while I got called a
loser,
worthless,
idiotic,
and many other rude things.

I don't even know why I try even more, when I know I'm not enough and never will be enough for anyone.

I pulled out my razor blade, then heard a knock on the door 'I'm on my period' I shouted, and they left me alone.

Alone.

I was always alone, well ever since Angie and Eliza started school. They drifted into their own little friend groups and abandoned me.

I started cutting, I made 5 cuts on my right wrist and started crying even more. Why am I not enough for anyone? Why can't someone see me first? Why am I never valued as a human being? So many unanswered questions that make me question why I haven't killed myself yet. I could do it now and get it over with.

No one would probably notice anyways.

Just as I went to go add more cuts to my wrist, the door opened, then closed quickly. A man was in the bathroom now looking pretty worried.

Samuel.

We have been dating for about a year, he was always there for me. But, something deep down made me feel like he only dated me out of pity, even if he said he didn't.

He sat down next to me, tears in his eyes, and started to cry a little.

"Why?" Is all he was able to say.

"I-i I just can't deal with life anymore. I'm always pushed away and no one cares about me. No one would care if I was gone," I say, starting to cry.

"That's not true" he whispers to me.

"Yes it is, we both know it," I say, crying into his shirt.

"What about your sisters, your parents, and most importantly Me?" He says, crying, this is all my fault.

"My sisters probably wouldn't notice and my parents don't even give a damn" I say, trying to wipe my tears.

"What about me?" He asks, still crying.

"I know you hate to admit it, but your only with me out of pity and if I were to be gone you would forget about me," I say, starting to cry again.

"That's not true, I love you with all of my heart and don't know what I would do with myself if you were gone," he says, sobbing.

"You would move on, you know it to. And stop lying to me! I can't take it anymore!" I say, sobbing.

"I'm sorry I'm not enough for you!" He says and runs out of the bathroom sobbing, like me.

This is all my fault, I cry and cry. Why do I always mess up. He generally cared but I pushed him away. I'm such an idiot.

I pulled my already bloody razor blade back up and continued cutting my wrist.

After adding a bunch more and making the preexisting one deeper, I saw black.

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Another A/N;
Sorry for making it so sad, this is something I had an idea for and original story with, but used it with this Ship because it was requested as an Angst. I am again, sorry it's so sad, and will try to make the next few a little more happy.