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"breathing is so hard for me now, we're speeding up and slowing back down."
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getting home from that funeral impaired daniel to a point where he felt he needed to ease that pain, to do something that would make him feel whole again.
quickly stripping from the funeral's black attire, he changed into a pair of sweatpants and walked into his bathroom.
he stood in front of the mirror, staring at the drained reflection in front of him.
"disgusting." he seethed.
the dark circles under his eyes, the eyes that were full of life just a few weeks ago.
those eyes were now eerie looking, the blue being faded, lifeless. those eyes were dead.
his body, the body that progressively got skinnier over the past few weeks. his ribs visibly showing, his collarbones being dangerously defined. his wrists being hazardously small.
daniel hesitantly picked up the small blade on the bathroom table thinking about what he was about to do.
the tears began to roll down his face, hoping someone could help him.
"if there's a god, if there's a sign, its time that you said hello." he whispers, holding the blade to his skin.
fully bringing it down, it stung, the blade grazing over his skin. one for letting him die, one for letting himself get to this point, the list went on.
strangely, he felt satisfied with what he was doing.
"and oh my love, you bring me back to default, the more i spill it out, you bring me down to such a deep hole, honey."
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finishing what he felt he needed to do, he cried, tears mixing with blood, as he sat on the toilet lid.
he finally brought himself to clean the wounds, and to bandage them. he then left the bathroom, slipping into a loose hoodie.
he laid on the bed, staring at the stars on his ceiling, both physically and emotionally marred.
"i know, i know, this must be coming for me, i swear, i swear, i will be the end of me, the end of me, you take, you take, every last drop from me, i fear this will be the death of me, the death of me."
A/N: hey, i wanted to say, please don't self harm, i love you, and there are many more who do, and we don't want you to get hurt , so please don't hurt yourself, pm's are always open if you ever need to talk !
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