Warning: The following may be triggering. If this kind of thing does hurt you, please proceed to the next page as quickly as you can. Do not stop to read the text. I REPEAT. If this triggers you, please do not stop to read the text.

Life had been going quite poorly for you anymore. Things were getting so heavy and hard to take. You felt as if you were living one continuous nightmare. Even ((Friends Name Here)) didn't seem to want to talk that much anymore.

You had tried almost every way you could think of to get the pain to end. None of them seemed to make you feel any better about yourself.

The first time it happened you hadn't meant for it to. You were picking up pieces of a glass vase, which you accidentally shattered, when it cut in to your hand. The pain gave you a feeling and since you had become so numb... You needed that feeling.

Soon it became an addiction. Long sleeve shirts and hoodies. Long pants never wearing shorts.

So, you sat in the bathroom cutting your wrist over the sink. Hoping it would give you that feeling you so longer for when you heard it.

"Y-Y/N! You in?" asked ((Crush's Name Here)) as they knocked on the door. You slipped a hoodie on and made your way over to the door, opening it slowly.

There they stood. Then there eyes caught sight of scarlet blood running down your hand. "Y-Y/N... What's under the hoodie? You're bleeding."

You?