Great here it is again. I can't breathe . My chest feels heavy . My legs are numb. It feels like there's a pit in my stomach. I can't do this . Not here. This is my boyfriends work party and I cannot ruin this for him.
I saw him talking to a colleague so I took my chance and walked out of the room. As soon as I got out of view I ran. I ran down the flights of stairs until I got to the parking lot. I unlocked our car and got into the back seats.
I can't do this . I can't do this. I need this to stop.
I then remembered I had slipped my blade into my bag for emergencies. I got it out and was about to make a cut when my phone rang . I saw it was my boyfriend and picked up so he wouldn't get suspicious.
" Baby where'd you disappear to?" He asked confused.
" Oh I just went to the bathroom and had to get something out of the car . You know what, my stomach is kinda hurting so I think I'll just hang out down here for a bit." I said trying to control my breathing.
" Nonsense, I'm going down to be with you. Give me a minute to say my goodbyes and then we'll go home."He said.
" Okay." I said and hung up .
With the blade in my hand I began to panic more. I knew it was now or never so I did it . Not enough. I did it again. And again. And again. Ah so close. I went to go again but I saw him walking out the building so I quickly hid the blade back in my purse and pulled my sleeve down. It was dark so I didn't think he'd notice if the blood seeped through.
He got to the car and I unlocked it for him.
He got in and said, " Let's get you home , it's probably just a little stomach bug."
He kissed me and began to drive us home.
I sat there in silence thinking to myself when he asked , " You sure it's just a stomach issues babe? You're being awfully quiet."
" Yes." I said a little more cold than I intended to.
We got home and I ran inside the house as soon as he parked . I quickly went into the bathroom, slapped a massive bandage over the cuts and changed my shirt, throwing the bloody one in the washer for now.
" What was that for ?" He asked me coming through the door .
" Sorry , bathroom emergency." I said and went to sit on the couch .
It must have been only 10 or 15 minutes while my boyfriend Max was showering, but I fell asleep on the couch.
Max pov:
I got out of the shower and noticed Izzy had fallen asleep on the couch . I figured I'd help her out since she was sick and wash her hamper full of dirty clothes .
I turned the laundry room light on and right as I was throwing the clothes in I noticed the shirt she had on earlier . Something was stained so I took it out to put stain remover on it and that's when I noticed it was blood, in lines across the arm part of the shirt. I knew I had to check her arm so I went over to her and slowly lifted her sleeve . I saw the bandage and knew then my suspicions were unfortunately true but I had to check just to confirm. As I lifted up the bandage I felt her jolt a little but she didn't wake up.
Izzy's pov:
I awoke to Max lifting up the bandage on my arm and as much as I wanted to fight him off I just pretended to still be asleep. I couldn't handle his reaction right now.
I heard him walk away and then come back with a bunch of stuff . I felt the cool stinging of the rubbing alcohol and then the Neosporin. He put a new bandage around my arm and pulled my shirt sleeve back down.
He sat next to me stroking my hair and I hear very faint sobs . I felt horrible for hurting him and as much as I didn't want to have this conversation I didn't want him to keep hurting so I " woke up".
" Babe?" I asked rubbing my eyes to really sell it.
" Why Izzy? Why would you do that to yourself?" He asked painfully.
" I'm sorry ." I said because if I actually awoke to that question without context I wouldn't known exactly what it was about .
" Tell me why. Let me help , please." He begged .
" Okay, so ,um, I just get really bad,um, panic attacks and they can only be really stopped by doing this to myself. I'm sorry Max." I said .
He hugged me tighter and said , " Thanks for telling me baby, you get back to sleep now , and I will get you help . I love you sweetheart."
He kissed me and I fell back asleep.
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Depression/ anxiety one shots
Short StoryShort little stories about topics revolving around depression and /or anxiety . TW FOR MOST. This symbol (⚠️ ) , is on the possibly triggering stories . Please don't read if you think it could harm you. I mean it guys, I don't want anyone getting hu...