YUNGBLUD/One-shots

you'll be okay

A/N- this story can be quite triggering so be aware. hope you enjoy 🖤

t/w- self harm detail/triggering thoughts/parents fighting ⚠️

plot: Your Doms little sister and he catches you self harming. you open up to him and hes the sweetest.

y/ns pov:

"just stop please!" i shout at my fighting parents with tears running down my face. "Please!" I cry, but There to involved in their own shit to notice their terrified daughter begging them to stop shouting. This isn't anything unusual though. Ever since Dom moved out this is basically a nightly occurrence. Dom doesn't know though. I don't want him to worry.

I walk quickly out the kitchen away from my screaming parents and up the stairs. Tears flood uncontrollably down my face as i race to my bedroom. I slam my door shut and slide down the other side. I put my hands over my ears and pray they stop. This is too much for a 14 year old to be handling.

They usually argue about anything. That ranges from affairs, my dads drinking, endless arguments. I cant take this shit anymore.

Eventually the noise from downstairs quiets down. I hear the front door slam and i guess thats my dad leaving. I heave myself off the floor and walk into my ensuite bathroom. I shut the door, I know the drill.

Jumper off.
Scars revealed.
grab a blade.

I drag the silver metal along my delicate skin and its instant relief. I know the guilt will consume me later but right now i just need the relief. I make four horizontal cuts along my upper wrist. It hurts but i like it. Anyone who has ever struggled with self harm knows it feels like a competition. You see someone else's scars and feel invalid because yours aren't 'that bad' or 'that deep'. The cutting is easy, its the hiding it that is hard. Its and endless cycle, it goes like this..

pain.
relief.
regret.

and repeat, i always repeat. But the most draining thing is when your clean. Constantly craving the relief. Being clean for so long, then seeing your scars fade. Invalid. The taunting voice at the back of your head going cut, cut, cut.

The door handle to my bathroom jiggles then opens. Its dom. Shit why is he here? I didn't hear him come in!

I quickly snap out my trance and throw my blade on the side and hide my wrist.
"Dom why the fuck are you here?! why didn't you knock?!" I say trying to act okay.
"i-i tried but you didn't hear." he says as i wipe my tear stained cheeks.

When i finally look at my brother my heart drops. He has tears in his eyes and a look on his face that i can't describe. He saw..

Another lone tear drops from my eye, and with that Dom grabbed my arm and pulled it out from behind me to reveal the marks i made that will for sure become permanent.

Its hard. Opening up. Admitting you need help. Worries that people will treat you as a charity case, or even see you weak.

"oh y/n." he says as a tear falls. He wraps me in a tight hug almost as if to say sorry.
"Lets clean you up yeh?" he wipes his tear trying to be a strong brother. But i cant blame him, he just walked in on his little sister cutting herself. Theres no hiding it now.

Dom cleans my arm off which hurts more than i would like to admit. He wraps it up and looks at me. "do you want to tell me why? you don't have to. i just need to make sure your okay." he says sweetly and i nod.

We go and sit in my room and eventually Dom gets me to tell him everything about mum and dad. And of course he listens intently, hugging me every now and then.
"Y/n i'm so sorry i didn't notice." he says as he brings me into his chest.
"don't apologise, i just need my brother right now."

A/N- if anyone ever needs to talk or support, message me <3

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