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Habanero Cheese stared down at her bedsheets, red seeping into the white sheets. Her breathing was too heavy. Her vision was too blurry. Habanero could only think of one thing, and that was the ego punching thought of knowing that her god damn teacher that was meant to teach her gymnastics and only that, was right. She was right. She was right to call her ugly. To point out she was too chubby, too clumsy for what she truly wanted to do.
Habanero wanted to do it all right, to make sure she could really do what she wanted to do, but nothing was ever good enough for that Cookie.. but apparently mentally torturing the Princess like a fool was her main goal. Why she did it? To feel important? Thinking it'd make her feel high and mighty to teach the Princess of the Golden Kingdom, which made her think it'd be okay to bully her? Dunno.
All Habanero knew is that she was weak, pathetic, couldn't do anything right. How could she be worthy of being a Princess if she could so easily be knocked down to this point by someone who isn't even royalty like her?! How could she be so sensitive?? Habanero Cheese looked down at herself now, her vision making it hard to see clearly, but there were the bright red lines across her thighs, one or two having been deep enough so some jam seeped out.
They burned, and it hurt, and while the jam loss wasn't severe, she felt lightheaded just seeing it, despite doing it to herself. She should've known the consequences, like when she could never land right.. like what her teacher would tell her when she got a scrape or bruise from it. It was her fault. It was all Habaneros fault.
A knock at her door failed to get Habanero out of her episode, even at her mother's voice calling out in concern, she couldn't process anything going on but the static like feeling overwhelming her body. Habaneros vision fell back as her door opened, and she saw her mother's face for a split second, eyes wide in horror.
Waking up was also a blur. Her head throbbed, her thighs felt like they were constricted with what she assumed was bandages. "HABI!! MY DARLING!" She faintly heard her mother's voice call out, seeing her face above her own. Habanero just groaned in discomfort, closing her eyes again to block out the bright lights in whatever room she was in. "Is she awake?! What happened?!" Her father's voice rang out, but she had passed out again.
It took some time for her to properly wake up and be more alert, but it meant she had to explain to her panicked Mom and Dad, who stared down at her with wide, concerned eyes. It was painfully embarrassing to do so, but Habanero eventually got it all out.
All saw was her mother's horrified expression, and her father going from anguished, to being in pure rage, Burning Spice stomping out the door and shouting for Nutmeg Tiger to tell him where his axe was. Golden Cheese didn't stop him, and just slumped in her chair. Habanero Cheese felt guilt rise inside her. ".. I'm sorry Mom.." She choked out, eyes burning from tears.
Golden Cheese shook her head, a hand on Habaneros shoulder now. "Don't. Don't be sorry, my treasure.. nothing is your fault." She spoke, looking at Habanero, wanting to look into her eyes, but Habanero refused to look back. They say in silence for a bit, before Golden Cheese leaned in and hugged her. "You're one of my most precious treasures in the whole kingdom. Always know that." She spoke.
Habanero Cheese didn't know how to respond. Whether she believed it, Golden Cheese wasn't sure.. she just knew she had to drill positives into Habaneros head just as hard as whatever her gymnastics teacher was doing.
Habanero Cheese looked out her window in her room, staring at the sunset over the desert sands. She sometimes thought back to that incident, now 3 years ago. Sometimes she thought back to it and barely believed it even happened while she giggled to herself, but when she would see the faded scars on her thighs still there, she knew it was true.
Habanero had definitely gotten better since then, and she had her friends, and her parents!! Last she heard that gymnastics teacher hadn't been heard from in a while.. sometimes she thinks about what her Dad must've done when he stormed out that day.
.. Oh well!!