·self harm. don't tell.
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So throw it away
"There is no exit, sweetheart." James said sarcastically, rolling his eyes. He didn't bother getting up from his chair, knowing that with a single, 'No', he could get Rose to stay. "See, how it works is simple. I'm strong, you're a pushover. Got that?" The nurse nodded silently, and he grinned. "Got it. Now, here's the thing. I'm bored. You'll stay, and I'll continue to hit you, and everything will be simply /perfect/. Now run along, doll, go starve yourself or something."
There it was again, that crumbling graffiti. She cringed, looking away from it. It only seemed to get worse and worse as the days went by, the time when rebels were the only thing that existed in the world slowly fading into a modified, child friendly history. How she detested that. Forgetting everything they'd done to free us, because of a few curse words. Oh how that made her blood boil.