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One of those days//Nick Goode

TW: self harm, self hate, depression

PLEASE DO NOT READ THIS IF THIS MAKES YOU UNCOMFORTABLE!! I am in no way romancing self harm in anyway. If you ever need to talk my dms are open 24/7.

I personally have no experience with cutting so if this is off please correct me.

Your POV

It was another one of those days.

One of the days you couldn't bother getting yourself out of bed.

It was the summer of 1977, 3 weeks into camp. It had been going great. You and your boyfriend were doing better than ever.

You saw each other every day. We're both councilors, and living the teenage dream. Except there was one tiny exception. You had depression, and all the lovely features that come with it.

Scars coving your arms. All horizontal. You were never brave enough to make them vertical. No matter how much you wanted to.

Your boyfriend, Nick Goode, new that you once suffered depression but due to you continuing to tell him that it was along time ago, he laid off.

You wish he didn't. You told him to, but you wish he tried harder. Though that was asking what was the first star in the universe. He was still worried of course.

Made sure that he checked up on you. That kind of stuff. Nick found out you had self harmed after your first time together. He brought it up after, so you could have this moment though.

Your alarm had gone off around an 2 hours ago. 8am. It was now 10am, and well past breakfast.

Nick had started to become worried, since you were always up at 8 sharp. You never pressed snooze. But he figured that it was just one of those mornings.

Stayed up to late listening to music or reader the latest Stefan King novel. But he was wrong.

5 minutes past 10:02, you got up to go to the bathroom, knowing you'd have to get up at some point.

Walking in and closing the door, you did your business. After washing your hands, you looked at yourself in the mirror.

How can he like this?

You ask yourself. You stare at yourself for another moment before looking at your arm. You were messed up.

And you knew it.

Nick knew it.

You were convinced everyone knew it.

All those thoughts come rushing back to you. You'd been clean since the beginning of camp. You had a feeling that that streak was about to end.

Opening the medicine cabinet, in the mirror, you slowly take the blade you had hidden in the take behind some foundation and concealer.

Taking another look at your self, you let the tears you were holding fall. Looking at your arm again, you place the sharp cool metal on your arm, and cut.

One cut, why couldn't you look better.

Two cuts, how could he like you.

Three cuts, your worthless.

Four cuts, how could you let yourself do this.

About to make another cut, you see and hand grasp the metal. And set it down on the counter.

You look up to see Nick. Your wonderful boyfriend. He was looking at you with tears in his eyes.

He soon takes you embraces you. Yo broke down in his arms, not being able to stop the salty tears fall from those icy blue eyes.

Slowly pulling away, he says, "I love you. I need you to always remember that. Okay?" You nod slowly still having hot tears flowing down you cheeks.

Nick turns his body, letting go of one of your hands to turn on the water. Taking you arms he gently placed them under the water, while you flinch feeling the cold water it the cuts.

After drying and bandaging your arms, he takes you back to the bedroom, and helps you lay down, him soon following.

He whispers sweet reassuring words into your ear, as you fall asleep in his arms.

A/N
So I hope this was good. If you ever need to talk I'm here.