Depression/ anxiety one shots

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Y/n one for a change , and no names or specified genders to make it for everyone.

I was leaning on the wall of the bathroom. I can never decide between sitting on the floor , which I mean is kinda dirty , or leaning against something. Sitting is by far more comfortable but leaning allows gravity to do its thing and shamefully I might add, I enjoy that. I enjoy my leg to look like a red mess. It makes me feel more valid because I don't really do anything that deep . Anyway as I was leaning on the wall repeatedly making contact between the blade and my leg , there was a knock on the door .

" Y/n ? Are you okay ? You haven't answered me all day and sorry for coming in but your door was unlocked and I was worried ." My friend said a little panicky.

" I'm fine . Can you go away ?" I said a little more shortness in my voice than I intended to have.

" I'll leave as long as you promise me you're okay." They said .

I went to make that promise but then I heard my other friend burst through my front door and come to the bathroom door .

They banged on it and said , " I love you and you know that , but don't even try to lie and say you're okay . Both of us outside of this door know what you're doing in there , so just open the damn door and let us clean you up and be there for you."

I thought about it for a moment before I caved and opened the door . With my one friend , it feels like when I hurt myself I hurt them , but with the other it just feels like it disappoints and irritates them and that's so much worse.

The softer friend of mine pulled me into a massive hug ignoring the blood dripping down my leg .

" I love you . You're okay now." They said still hugging me, sensing that I was on the verge of tears.

Meanwhile my other friend yanked the blade from me that I hadn't dropped during the hug.

" No more ." They said and flushed it down the toilet. " Hey, can you let go of y/n now." They said to my other friend , and I was released from the warmth of my friend. " Also can you go get the gauze from y/n's room." Said my more to-the-point friend, and my other friend left to do as asked.

" Y/n . What were you thinking. You know you're supposed to call when you're thinking of doing this. We are here to help you but you have to try to want that help." My friend said sternly while spraying disinfectant over my cuts as I winced from the pain.

I nodded and was silently crying now as tears gently fell down my cheeks because I felt like I let them down.

" I mean it y/n." They said and suddenly their tone changed to a much more caring one . " I really care about you and I genuinely don't want you to do this to yourself. You deserve better ." They set down the rag used to wipe the excess disinfectant from my leg, stood up from their hunched position from cleaning my wounds , and pulled me in for an insanely tight hug, which is not normal for them to do. " Please try to stop y/n , I love you and I don't know what I'd do if this habit of yours led to me losing you." They said and I could hear the pain in their voice even though they were trying to hide it .

I hugged back just as hard and said , " I'm so sorry. I'll try harder ."

And that's when my other friend came back in. " Sorry this was like hidden or something, I also found this twenty in that pile of clothes on your bed ." They said holding up the gauze wrap and the money.

Me and my other friend broke from our hug and just laughed. We laugh to cope with hurting , we aren't crazy or anything. Anyway, my friends both helped finish taking care of me and once I was all bandaged up they took my hands and led me to the living room .

My generally more caring friend grabbed my hand and said, " I think maybe you should book an appointment to see someone, a doctor , therapist, whatever you're most comfortable to start with, but someone nonetheless. I want you to be able to feel okay again and I you hide it , but I know deep down you want that too."

" I guess that's not wrong so okay, but can you guys help me? It gives me terrible anxiety thinking about calling someone or even googling different options." I asked and both my friends nodded. " I love you guys ." I said and we group hugged .

They helped me find a therapist and collectively we made me an appointment. They both told me they were proud of me and then we decided to put a movie on and eat popcorn and just be like stereotypical teenagers for the rest of the day.