He Finds Out You Cut
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"nothing is worth taking your life over," -mcr
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He hands you a beautiful dress; deep purple satin and light purple beading.
"Thank you so much," you say slowly taking the dress from him.
"I knew you'd like it," he replied smiling. "Try it on!"
Your heart stops.
"I... can't," you say placing the expensive dress on your bed.
"Why not?" he asks picking the dress back up.
You can't tell him. Not now.
"I'd rather wear it for a special occasion," you blurt out. His face looks hurt, but he would look even more hurt if he knew the truth.
"Would it make you happy if i wore it?" you ask, guilt coating your voice.
"Yeah. i want to see how beautiful you look," he said smiling. You sigh and walk into the bathroom. The dress had cut outs on both sides of the dress, right where your scars were. He would see. You carefully put on the dress. He was right, you look decent, but the cuts took over the look.
"Shizabits," you mumble. You place your hands on them, covering them. It hurt like heck, but it would be over soon.
"Come on out!" he yelled excitedly. You quickly walk out.
"Damn," he said smiling.
"Okay, gonna take it off now," you said scrambling back to the bathroom. Reaching your hand out to open the handle, he sees. Your cuts were bleeding, and your hands were spotted with blood.
"Y/N," he said, his voice trembling. You quickly cover them back up and turn around.
He runs up to you. He carefully lifts your hand off your bleeding sides. He looks at them, his breath hitching.
Tears roll from your eyes. "I'm sorry."
He looks up at you with watering eyes. "No, I'm sorry."
"Why are you sorry?" you ask. He ignores your question and runs to the bathroom, grabbing a towel. Your sides were bleeding pretty badly. He runs water over it and gently places it on the bruised area. You wince at the pain.
"I'm sorry for not being there for you sooner," he replied, letting the towel soak up the blood. "I'm sorry for not being a better boyfriend."
"You're an amazing boyfriend. I couldn't ask for anyone better!" you say trying to comfort him. It wasn't his fault.
"This is my fault," he whispered, a tear escaping from his eye.
"No it's not. It's mine," you say. He places the towel in the bathroom sink and searches around for something.
"What are you looking for?" you ask wiping the tears falling from your face.
"The thing you use to hurt you," he said, sniffling. He frantically searches throughout the bathroom, lifting things and looking under them. He wouldn't find it. it was in the place he wouldn't dare look. In my drawer next to your bed. that has all the things that are important to you, and what you would take a bullet for. Just recently, you put a picture of him in there. You specifically told him that the drawer was the only thing he can't look in or touch.
"Dan," you say. he stops looking. "You won't find it."
He bit his lip and look at you straight in the eyes.
"I'm sorry for this," he said. He walked out the bathroom and headed for the drawer.
"Dan!" you scream. He opens it, grabbing the pocket knife. He broke his one promise; to never open that drawer. He opens your window in your room and threw it out with so much force, you were surprised he could throw something that far.
"Y/N," he said walking toward you. You sat down and rested against the wall. You felt lightheaded.
"I love you more than anything. Please don't hurt yourself. You don't deserve to do that to yourself. You're beautiful, and I keep telling you that. Trust me, everyone agrees with me. Promise me you'll never hurt yourself again," he said, tears running down his face. He never cries. You nod. He sat down beside you, engulfing you in a hug. You accept it, hugging him back. You haven't cut since.
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If you guys consider suicide, please don't. All of you are beautiful, unique human beings, and there is no one like you. I guarantee someone in your life cares about you.
If you need any help, I'll be here, I promise.
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-on another note-
-this chapter is a pretty strong topic eek-
-love you guys-
-may the odds be ever in your favor-