I'm Yours/ Doah Story

Razor.

⚠️TW CUTTING⚠️
(A week later)
Noah's POV:
I'm still worried about them, they aren't the same anymore. And now we're missing school so Dixie is freaking out about that, they eat about one meal a day and it's starting to worry me, I don't know what to do, Dixie keeps having nightmares and wakes up about 2 to 3 times in the night, and then charli really wants to sleep with Dixie so I end up in the guest bedroom a lot, I'm not mad I'm just scared and I don't know what to do. Charli really wanted to have a funeral for them but Dixie said that she could never go, I understood that.
"Dixie... I'm really worried about you, I think that maybe you and charli should try going to therapy.. I think that would be best for both of you" I told her laying in bed, "No.. I don't wanna talk to a stranger Noah" she said harshly, "ok... If you don't wanna talk to a stranger then will you at least talk to me?" I asked, she just stayed quiet. I can't imagine the amount of pain she and charli are going through, I just wanna help but neither of them will open up to me.

Dixie's POV:
it's 9:30 so I decided to jump in the shower before bed, the shower always calmed my nerves, once I got out I got dressed and I saw a razor on my sink, I didn't wanna do this, but my parents died in fear and pain. I deserve to die that way too. I cut my wrist and I winced in pain.
"Baby are you ok?" Noah asked knocking on the door, "mhm" was all I was able to get out, I kept cutting my wrist until I couldn't hold it in and I yelled in pain, "DIXIE WHAT'S WRONG?!" Noah yelled, I kept crying. "Dixie please unlock the door... Please" he said trying to sound calm but I could tell he was freaking out. "DIXIE PLEASE OPEN THE DOOR!" he yelled, I walked to the door and unlocked it. Noah grabbed my hand and saw my wrist,
"Baby no I don't want you to start doing this again" Noah said, I just kept sobbing. Noah started lightly crying too, he sat me on the toilet seat and grabbed a bandage and rubbing alcohol, he pored it on my cuts which made me wince in pain, I grabbed one of his hands with my free one and squeezed it, Then he grabbed the bandage and wrapped it around my wrist a couple times. He grabbed my wrist and kissed where the bandage was, it was kinda his way of showing me that every part of me was beautiful, including my scars, he carried me to bed and I laid on his chest,
"In sorry.." I said tearing up, "don't say that, you have nothing to be sorry for, but this is why I want you to get therapy.. Dixie you need to talk to someone... Anyone" he said,
"I know" was all I said back.

Sorry for the short chapter, I'll update later!