No One Cares. (Chris x Sue x Carrie)

                                    

                                          
Requested by jodyabagja . Based off whatever version you want. Also, I'm sorry I haven't updated as much. School's rude. :p
                          
Trigger Warning: Self Harm/Suicide Attempt.


                          
She paced around, tangling her hands in her hair. She suddenly stopped at the mirror, glaring at herself. The next thing she knew, the mirror broke into shards.
                          
She couldn't take it — she wanted it to stop. She wanted to be normal. But that wasn't possible — she was a freak, and everyone saw her that way.
                          
She had heard a few girls talking about how this —to hurt herself. They were smart and pretty. Why not listen?
                          
She hated how she looked. She hated how she acted. She hated everything about her.
                          
She dragged the glass shard against her arm and let out a small hiss. Blood leaked out, coating her arm. She stared at her arm, mouth agape. She hated the smell. She hated the blood.
                          
Only one person cared for her — Ms. Desjardin. And she was a teacher, it was her job to care for the students. 
                          
She glanced down at her arm now dripping with blood. This was awful. She hated that she liked this. She hated every single part of it. But it was distracting — it hurt so much it was distracting from her home and school life.
                          
Everyone else hated her, including herself. She wanted it to stop — the name calling, the hate, the numb feeling, and the pain that surrounded her every day life.
                          
Oh Lord, oh please make it stop.



                          
"Do any of you ever stop to think that Carrie White has feelings?" The question buzzed around in their heads, leaving them confused and dizzy.
                          
"What do you mean?" Chris couldn't help but feel like their teacher was overreacting. If this happened to them, they would only get a detention and not some sort of talk.
                          
"Did you see her?" Ms. Desjardin spat. "You were so caught up in being the bitches you are you didn't seem to notice."
                          
"..Notice what?" Sue finally spoke up. She was quiet almost the whole time. A look of guilt was written all over the girl's expression. 
                          
Ms. Desjardin forced a laugh. "Exactly."
                          
The two girls shifted uncomfortably in their seats, looking around her office uneasily.
                          
"She wasn't just bleeding there." She started, this seemingly confused the girls even more.
                          
"What?" Chris furrowed her eyebrows together.
                          
She didn't want to tell them this. But it was most likely the only way they would have at least some sympathy towards Carrie. "Bruises and cuts."
                          
Sue suddenly looked like she was about to cry while Chris just looked shocked. "W-What?" She stuttered.
                          
"The signs are so obvious if you would actually pay attention one in a while." Ms. Desjardin narrowed her eyes.
                          
"She wears long sleeves," Chris yipped. "How would I have known?"
                          
"Well that's one of them—" Ms. Desjardin started. "Remember when Carrie came to school with a big gash on her face?"
                          
"...Oh." Chris looked down.
                          
"I'm so sorry," Sue whispered. "I didn't — I—"
                          
Ms. Desjardin stood up. "Don't apologize to me. Apologize to Carrie."
                          
"How?" Chris muttered bitterly.
                          
Ms. Desjardin only had to glare at Chris for her to shut her mouth. "That's up to you." She looked at the two of them, back and forth. "Now get out of my office."