Warnings: Self-harm!! If you are sensitive to this, PLEASE, PLEASE, turn away now! This goes really deep into self harm and depressing thoughts!! If you have triggers to either one of these, exit this chapter NOW!!
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Anna looked down at the floor as she lay in her bed. Listening to the thunder and lightning, and the harsh rain pelting against her window.

Anna smiled, the rain soothing her mind. But only for a little while. Soon, the thoughts came back. The thoughts from two days ago.

If you're wondering what happened two days ago, Anna had been kidnapped by her brother and nearly killed by him. Luckily, she was saved, and Catherine killed him instead. But what he had said to her, it stuck.

The words he had called her. How he degraded her. How he made her feel like trash. It hurt Anna, and it was sticking. Those are words she would never forget.

Anna squeezed her eyes shut and tried to block out the thoughts. But it was no use.

Monster.

'I am not a monster.'

Pathetic.

'I'm not pathetic.'

Worthless.

'I have to be worth something.'

No-one loves you.

Anna stopped trying to block out the thoughts. Her mind was beginning to believe them again. She knew she shouldn't be believing them, but yet, here she was. Believing them.

The banshee felt tears streaming down her face as she tossed and turned in her bed. 'God, I'm such a failure. I can't even control my emotions.'

Anna sniffed and wiped her tears, trying her best to stay quite and calm. 'I should just die already. No-one would notice.'

Anna, sitting up, tossed the blankets off of her. She rubbed her tired, crystal blue eyes before reaching for her phone. Turning it on, she was met with the lock screen picture of her, Catherine, Cody, and Frankie.

She bit her lip and cast her eyes away. 'I doubt they would notice I'm gone. They would probably be happy.'

Anna sighed sadly and looked at the time. 12:36 PM.

She turned off her phone and set face down on the night-stand. Running a hand through her frizzy red hair, Anna stood up quietly. Even though her parents were heavy sleepers, she didn't want to risk being caught.

'I NEED something to relieve this pain...' Anna thought sadly, beginning to pace around her room quitely.

'Some water? Nah, that wouldn't work. Pills? Ah, screw that. I doubt we have any,' Anna though, still pacing around her room. Suddenly she stopped. Pulling back the sleeves of her pajama shirt, she stared at her wrists and arms.

'What if I?- No! No! I can't do that!' Anna mentally scolded herself and shook her head. 'That is such an insane idea! I shouldn't do that, ever!'

Do it.

Anna bit her lip, staring at her arms and wrists. It was tempting...

You know you want to. After all, what do you have to lose?

Anna left tears streaming down her face as she stood in the center of her room, finding it tempting to self-harm herself.

Why would they care? You're a BANSHEE. An evil being.

Anna looked over to her desk, contemplating.

No matter what you do, you will FOREVER be a failure.

Anna walked over to her desk silently and opened the top drawer. In it? A small box cutter.

Cody deserves better than you. Catherine deserves a better friend.

Anna sobbed silently as the tears were coming down faster now. With a trembling hand, she reached for the box cutter.

They'll be better off without you. Their lives will be so much more happy.

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Anna bit her lip and took the box cutter out of the drawer. Still biting her lip, she slowly dragged the box cutter along her arm. She let out a pained hiss, but felt...

Better.

With a confused look, Anna dragged the box cutter along her arm again. Again, she felt pain, but even better. Turning her arm to where her wrist was facing up, Anna began to put small cuts along her wrist. Not big enough to cut a blood line, but big enough for her to feel better.

'This hurts, but at the same time,' Anna though, mindlessly making small cuts across her wrist. 'It makes me feel better.'

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Anna gasped and dropped the box cutter, realizing what she had done. "Oh my God. What have I done?!" She whispered, staring at her cut up wrist. She knew this was bad.

Anna quickly pulled down her pajama shirt sleeve and silently rushed over to her bed. She climbed onto it and grabbed her phone. 'Maybe texting Cath can help me....'

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Anna: Hey Cath? You up?

Cath: Anna?
Cath: What are you doing up so late?

Anna: I just need to talk to someone. I can't sleep. 😥

Cath: Oh lol 🤭
Cath: So, why can't you sleep?

Anna: Just the storm. It's keeping me up. 😵

Cath: Really? Normally you sleep through storms

Anna: I know right?! I guess I just can't sleep this time.

Cath: Jeez, that's rough buddy
Cath: Anyway, let's talk about you and my bro
Cathy: 😏😏

Anna; Oh my gosh, Cath! No!
Anna: 😣

Cath: LOL
Cath: You two are so cute together though. I hope you have kids one day

Anna; Oh my God. I hate you so much.

Cath: Yeah, I know
Cath: Anywho, I'm gonna head back to bed
Cath: That ok with you?

Anna: Yeah! No prob!

Cath: You sure? Idk how, but I feel like you're lying to me

Anna: Nah, I'm fine. Just head off to bed.

Cath: Okay...
Cath: Night Anna

Anna: Night Cath.

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Anna sighed and set her phone down. 'I'll just bandage my wrist in the morning. And everything will be alright. They won't find out.ut.'

Anna lay back down and pulled the blankets back over her before yawning softly. "I just really hope the don't find out..."

And with those words, she was out like a light.