Celebrity One Shots

Debbie Ocean x Reader (SH Relapse)

TW - Self Harm, Anxiety, Depression

Your Debbie Oceans sister, you struggle with self harm since your brother Danny died. Today was the anniversaries of his death.

Getting out of bed was always hard for me. I struggled with my sleep and I often didn't see the point of getting up and today was no different. Today was the anniversaries of my brothers death. This just made it even harder to get out of bed this morning. I had a pounding headache and my whole body just hurt. Eventually, I decided to get up and take a shower. Which was harder to do that it sounds. I got into the shower and that's when the shiny metal blade caught my eye once again. As the urge became stronger fighting it became harder and harder. My thoughts began to race and it all began to become too overwhelming.

'Just do it! Your worthless! You deserve it, look at yourself your disgusting' the thoughts in my head screeched louder and louder and time passed.

I grabbed the razor off the shelf in the shower and hit it against the side hoping that nobody would hear. As the case shattered the shiny, metal became clearer, only furthering my urges.

'One, Two, Three, Four'

Before I knew it my whole arm was filled with cuts, the blood gushing like a sea of crimson. That's when the realisation that I had just relapsed began to kick in. I cleaned myself up, got out of the shower and got dressed into a long sleeved shirt and some trousers then went downstairs. As I walked into the kitchen there was Debbie, making coffee, as she turned around she bumped straight into me spilling her boiling coffee over me. My immediate reaction was to take off my shirt as the coffee scolded my skin, but in that moment I clearly wasn't thinking as to what had I had just done 10 minutes before. It was too late now...she knew.

Debbie's POV

I was in the kitchen preparing myself a coffee when I heard y/n come in as I turned to see her she was closer than expected and I spilt my boiling drink over her. She quickly removed her shirt so she was standing in just a bra and that's when I noticed. She had relapsed. A look of panic crossed her face and she began to cry.

(Y/n) "I'm so sorry Debbie I didn't mean to. I just saw the razor in the shower and it all became too much to resist. I'm really sorry please don't be angry with me."

She pleaded. Her voice becoming more desperate with each word that escaped her quivering lips.

(Debbie) "It's okay sweetie. You have nothing to apologise for. Just please next time come to me even if you so much as think about doing this. I love you very much and I hate seeing you like this. I just want you to be okay."

She just looked at my and smiled and began to cry even more than before, so I held her tight, stroking her back to calm her.

(Debbie) "How about we go get you cleaned up sweetie, is that okay with you?"

She simply nodded and I began to clean her arms up. It breaks my heart to see her like this and I just wish I could take this pain away from her but I can't. I can only stay with her and support her in everything she does.

Y/n's POV

Debbie helped me to get cleaned up and then we sat, talked and cuddled up on the couch, watching my favourite movie, Carol. I felt relaxed for the first time in a long while and everything seemed to fall into place.