tw for bullying, self-harm, more mental illness stuff in this chapter. :)
short chapter
-at harley's school-
Harley used to have friends galore, back when inventing stuff was cool. But they were all social-climbers who left her for another trendy girl. Now she's just sitting alone in the cafeteria full of snobs, loneliness constantly striking her down. "Ew look it's her again." People are relentless, especially eighth-grade girls. Harley tried standing up for herself but it never affected the situation. "That hoodie looks disgusting on her haha" Words have effects you know? She couldn't take it anymore and just left to the bathroom.
-in the bathroom-
Harley started breathing heavily yet the air never seemed to enter her lungs. A panic attack. You'd think after having them often she'd be used to it, but how could one get used to the choking? She rushed to a stall, what an embarrassment, she thought. She pulled up her sleeve revealing hundreds if not thousands of deep, thick, pale scars. She didn't bring her razor to school in case she lost it, but she kept her nails long. She'd scratch her scars until they opened. It wasn't exactly a coping mechanism for her but more of an addiction. Every time something bad happened the thought of the blood dripping down her arms sent thrills through her whole body. It was exciting to her, of course if she told anyone she'd probably be judged or bullied some more.
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Fanfictiona sruck in the middle fanfic about harley. she struggles with self-esteem, bullying and self-harm. she is a young, passionate, smart girl, who is extremely smart with engineering and robotics. she uses her talent constantly to help resolve personal...
