It was dead silent, my ears were ringing and I felt myself start to curl into a ball to avoid everything. I pulled my legs up and hugged them to my chest, feeling the tears start to dampen my pants.

"You're one of the most attractive people I've ever met!" I heard Anthony shout in what sounded like disbelief. "You're so cute.. I- " He sighs and puts his head in his hands. I knew it, they would just give up on my anyway so there was no point in hoping someone would love me. My heart clenched. I didn't want to lose anybody else. I know I'm being selfish.. after all I was the reason Mom killed herself.

"I'm not." I whispered, feeling his gaze back on me. "I'm so ugly... so fat.. so.. fucking disgusting. And now I have a gross scab on my face to top it all off." More tears streamed down my face. I felt gross all the sudden, like disgustingly gross. I felt the need to rip off my skin and roll around in a pile of sandpaper.

I started biting my lips aggressively, almost immediately drawing blood, I felt my hands creep to the back of my neck, slowly digging into the skin. My toes curled and I let out a sob. Something warm started to run down my neck and I heard shouts but my ears were ringing too loudly.

Someone touched my hands and shivers of disgust traveled within my body. I panicked, they're going to feel how fat you are. How disgusting you are. How vile of a person you are.

A scream tore throughout the room and I started punching and kicking at whomever. My vision was blurred from tears and my heart was pounding in my head.

Words kept repeating over and over

Disgusting

Disgusting

Disgusting!!

"Disgusting! I'm so fucking disgusting! Don't touch me! Please!" my voice cracked.

I was standing away from everyone, no where near the couch I was sitting at previously. My face felt hot with embarrassment but I couldn't bring myself to care. My hands still shook and my breathing was shallow.

Everyone was standing near each other, away from me. They all stared at me.. stared. like I was the ugliest creature on earth and honestly, I was.

I backed up into a wall and slumped down, curling back into a ball. My face was once again hidden behind my legs so I couldn't see their looks of disgust.

I noticed movement coming from the staircase across the room through my blurred vision, I assumed two people just entered the room from upstairs. They stopped by everyone else and after a moment of silence, everyone dispersed and left the room quietly.

Two figures came closer to me and I shrunk into myself as best I could. They stood a couple feet away from me, seeming to understand what had happened earlier... or the others just told them.

I started gnawing on my lip again, anxiety pumping through me. I gently scratched at my ankle, knowing damn well if I hurt myself someone would act up again.. and touch me..

Aaron and Reed had been standing there but soon enough Aaron crouched down in front of me, far enough that he seemed to understand that I was comfortable enough with the spacing.

"Hey," he started quietly, "I think its a bit overdue, but we should talk about... this."

I refused to look up and face him. I could see his socks and honestly that was enough for now. Reed left for a moment but came back and gave something to Aaron, who set Hello Kitty cup full of water next to me. I would've laughed but I felt horribly numb and full of emotions at the same time.

Reed then left and Aaron started talking to me. "Do.. Do you want to head up to my room, your room or would you rather stay here?" He asked.

I shook my head and quietly mumbled 'stay please'. He understood and sat down in front of me. We sat there for a few minutes, my heart finally slowing down and I felt my face cool down as well. My lips started stinging now that I finally noticed how shredded they were. There was a dull throb on the back of my neck where my nails had dug into it.

"So what happened?" He straightforwardly asked. I felt my shoulders tense up at the thought of what had happened a mere 10 minutes ago. It was embarrassing, honestly. I had never really had a tantrum like that, not even when I was a child even. My parents always told me that I was a really quiet kid even as a baby.

I shook my head slowly, soon more and more unnecessary memories started popping up into my head, causing me to shake it more and more aggressively. Mom died, they all hate me even more now, god I should probably die, I still have that box cutter in my bag.. I coul-"Avery."

My head shot up and I stared at Aaron. His eyes concerned. That's wrong, he should never be concerned for me. I'm a fat waste of space, a worthless.. worthless piece of shit.

He sighed and scooted over to sit beside me, leaning against the wall. His shoulder refrained from touching mine.

In smooth and calm actions he pulled out his phone from his pocket and opened it to an app, and started playing a kids show. Kipper the dog... (Bonus points if you watched that as a kid)

I leant my head on my knees and watched the show silently, not caring that it was a kids show. It was calming and made me feel at ease.

Eventually my eyelids started to droop, Aaron seemed to notice but didn't say anything. I tucked my head into my legs again and let my eyes close for one last time that day.