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It started with a bad day.
That’s how most of these incidents seemed to have started for Pepper, with middle school being around when she began cutting herself.
So now she’s sitting here with a bloodied outer thigh, shakily reaching for her phone to call her girlfriend.
Don’t , a voice in the back of her head says. She shouldn’t have to deal with this.
Pepper feels numb. Normally it would be an aching loneliness, but right now... there’s not really anything.
She considers texting Basil. She quickly discards that thought.
Pepper taps on Cookie’s contact number and, with a shaky breath, calls her.
Please pick up.