A/N: Contains self harm, panic attack, and eating disorders (purging is the self-induced vomiting, and or the misuse of laxatives, etc.)

Dick's eyes scanned the room until they landed on a pair of scissors.

"Those will work" thought Dick as he got out of bed and grabbed ahold of the scissors. Dick yanked up his long sleeve t-shirt and opened the scissors. He stared down at them and inhaled sharply before pressing the scissors blade down against his already scared and sad wrist.

He drew the blade slowly across and hissed at the sudden pain it brought with it. But even though he thought 'just one cut' he couldn't just stop there. So he brought the blade down again and again, pressing harder and drawing the blade quicker and quicker across his skin until his whole wrist was covered in many cuts with a ton of blood coating it.

Dick glanced around the room, for he was feeling a bit lightheaded. The scissors fell from his shaking hand just as darkness crept his vision.

Dick's eyes rolled into the back of his head as his weak body crashed against his soft new bed.

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Dick's eyes began to flutter open as he felt someone shaking him awake. He tried to sit up within the bed but as soon as he put pressure upon his arms, Dick winced in pain and laid back down. He could hear a voice but it felt so far away that he couldn't make out whom it was. 

Just then a blurry figure came into his line of sight and his eye brows crunched up with confusion. Dick blinked a few times trying to clear his blurry vision that he had. He winced again when something cold and wet touched his wrist. He turned his head to the side and saw like a small cloth rubbing across his wrist, clearing something off of his wrist, but his mind was fuzzy and he just couldn't think of what was on his wrist and why it hurt when the cold, wet cloth brushed across it. Dick turned his head and closed his eyes for another second, he was so tired, as if he hasn't sleep in a week. Every inch of his body felt heavy and Dick almost allowed the darkness to sweep him away yet again, but then he heard a voice. It was the voice before but it was much clearer now.

Dick slowly opened up his blue eyes and tried his hardest to focus on the figure standing over him. He tried his best to hear what the person was saying but he only got a word here and there.

"It's......Don't worry.....It's....Okay...I-I....I'm...." said the person.

Dick turned his head, the lights within the room made his head ache. He was curious and he wanted to know whom the person was and what they were going. He didn't feel any type of fear right now, but he felt safe with whomever this person was.

Dick blinked his eyes quickly, trying to clear his vision and try to focus on the person. Soon enough, Dick's vision and he could see the person before him.

"A-Al-Alfred?" questioned Dick, his head was killing him and his vision was still a little blurry. 

"I'm right here Master Dick'' said Alfred as he brushed some of Dick's hair off his forehead. Dick watched as Alfred walked over to the night stand and dipped a cloth into a bowl then ring it out, allowing the slightly colored water drip back down into the bowl. Dick kept his eyes on Alfred as he slowly moved back over towards him and then laid the cold cloth upon his wrist. As soon as the cloth touched his wrist Dick winced and pulled his arm away from Alfred, and he could see a quick flash of hurt cross Alfred's face by him pulling his arm away.

"Master Dick, I must clean you up sir" said Alfred who reached out for Dick's arm. As soon as Alfred's hands touched Dick's wrist, he slightly flinched at the touch.

"Wh-What....happened?" asked Dick as his mind was fuzzy and aching from the lights within the room.

"See for yourself'' said Alfred who then placed his hand behind Dick's back and helped him sit up in the bed. Dick blinked quickly as the room began to spin slightly. He inhaled sharply before looking down at Alfred rubbing the wet cloth around his arm. Then his eyes widen as he glanced down at his wrist. 
Most of the dried blood was cleared off thanks to Alfred but the cuts were still red and some were now slightly bleeding once more. Dick quickly looked up at Alfred with tears in his eyes. Dick's chest began to rise and fall quickly as he began to panic.

"I-I....I...I-I....I'm....I'm s-sorry! I'm so...so sorry! I-I....I...I'm sorry! Please....p-please don't send...send m-me back! Please!! I-I...I'm so sorry!!" cried Dick between sobs and him struggling to breath.

Alfred quickly stopped cleaning Dick's wrist and pulled Dick into his arms and held tightly onto the small shaking child.

"Shh...It's alright Master Dick. I promise you that it will all be okay. And sir...we would not send you back there, I can promise you that son'' said Alfred as he rubbed circles on Dick's back. "It's okay Master Dick, it's okay. Please don't worry.''

Dick stayed within Alfred's arms as he continued to sob his heart out, his mind still attacking him as Alfred tries to reassure him that all was going to be alright.

"He doesn't care about you. No one does. You are worthless! No one loves you and no one will. You're Nothing!! Ugly, useless, broken, loser. Everyone hates you! When Jason finds out, he'll hate you even more than he does now. Bruce will throw you out like the trash you are. You're Worthless piece of scum! Just die! End it!! End it to save them from the burden that you are. You are unwanted! You have no home because you shouldn't be here. You're stupid! No one cares about you!!" screamed Dick's mind as more tears continued to fall down his face.

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After a bit, Dick had managed to calm down slightly. Alfred looked down at Dick and brushed the tears off his face. 

"I'll bring you're meal up here, but don't count on it happening all the time Master Dick'' said Alfred who winked at Dick and turned to leave the room. Before Alfred left him all alone he glanced back over at Dick.

"And if you cut again, I will know so I recommend that you don't harm yourself any farther this evening'' Alfred said then entered the hallway. 

Dick pulled his knees towards his chest and buried his head into his arms and cried once more.

Just then there was a knock on his bedroom door and Dick jumped slightly. Alfred slowly made his way back into his room and set the tray of food at the bottom of the bed as he sat down beside Dick and began to stitch up a couple cuts that were a little deep as he bandaged both of his wrists. 
As Alfred was bandaging up his one wrist he motioned for Dick to eat some while he was busy. Dick didn't want to eat, he couldn't eat but he didn't want to make them all hate him even more so he took a few small bites and a couple sips on the water. Once Alfred was done he smiled down at him.

"I'll be back up in a bit to collect your tray. Eat up sir'' said Alfred who slowly left the room. 

Dick waited til he heard Alfred's foot steps disappear. Then Dick jumped off the bed and rushed forward, locking his bedroom door then grabbing his tray and rushing into the bathroom. He lifted up the toilet seat and began to scrap most of the food off the plate and into the toilet then he flushed it.

Dick then sat the tray down and fell to his knees before the toilet. He rolled up his long sleeves and glanced down at the brand new bandages Alfred had placed on him. Dick shook his head and inhaled deeply before bringing two fingers up and shoving them harshly down his throat to throw up the little bit he just ate in front of Alfred. Dick continued to purge until he was just chocking on air and his nose was bleeding. 
His vision once again began to darken but Dick knew that he had to make it to his bed, because if they found him passed out of the floor of the bathroom then they for sure get rid of him. Dick reached forward and flushed the toilet and struggled to rise off the bathroom floor. He quickly risen out his mouth and brushed his teeth as his eyes lids grew heavy and his body wobbled. After he clean his mouth, Dick grabbed the tray, laid it on the nightstand beside his bed then walked on unsteady legs over towards his door to unlock it. Then he walked quickly over towards his bed and just flopped down on top of the mattress as he passed out before pulling the blankets over his cold body.

The last thought in his mind as he was passing out was that he was sorry that he failed his parents.