Trigger warning: self harm.

Inks pov

I sighed, nightmare's sleeping in our room. Im glad i refused that water, i know he's been drugging me. Is that the only way they can get some peace and quite? Wow what i dumbass i am.

Its honestly times like these I'd cut myself but nightmare would go mental. But... Nightmare doesn't need to know. We can't have sex until like a month after the babys here so.. It'll be ok if i do it once, the scares would fade and i still have two months so if i just do this as a one time thing, I'd be ok.

Alright, its ok then. I walked to my art room and grabbed a pencil. Then a knife from the kitchen. Once i got the blade out of the sharpener, i walked to the bathroom. I was trying to be really quite because i don't want my mates finding out.

I reached the bathroom, closed the door and looked in the mirror. Ugh.. Why does this baby make me so fat? Right one meal a day from after the baby is born. I rolled up my white sleeve.
Ok, just one arm, one cut.

Little beads of blood formed from the cut. Ok that's good maybe aim for five. The blood started spilling in the sink. Ok maybe ten. Then I'll stop.

Ok, fifthteen then im done.

But now its uneven, i have to do the other side.

I looked at my arms... Thirty. I didn't want thirty. WHY DID I DO THIRTY?!!

Fuck, fuck, fuck nightmares gonna kill me!! There's no way these could fade with two months!! Why! Why thirty?!!