They're My Problems... Not Yours.

You're Ok Now... I'm Here.

TW- fighting, yelling, cussing, Almost selfharming.

Wordcount: 2,448

You wake up and pick up your phone to check the time, 2:00 AM.

You groan and lay back down, closing your eyes, trying to fall back asleep.

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You wake up again and check your phone, hoping you got at least a couple more hours of sleep.

2:37 AM

"What the fuck," you mutter to yourself, you grab your towel off your chair, sitting in the corner of your bedroom, and walk to the bathroom.

You shut the door behind you and put your towel on the hook behind the bathroom door before undressing.

You stand there for a moment as you begin to get the urge... you reach in the bottom drawer and dig for the small blade, buried underneath a bunch of facemasks and skin care products.

You grab the blade and look at it before pressing it against your thigh but something stops you.

You shake your head and put the blade on the counter, grabbing the towel and wrapping it around your body before walking out of the bathroom.

You get into your room and grab your phone before rushing back to the bathroom, closing the door behind you.

You sit on the toilet seat, still wrapped in the towel, and open your phone, going to message Ellie.

You: hey Ellie, I know you might not be awake right now but I thought I'd at least try... I almost did it.. but I stopped myself.

Not even a minute later your phone dings.

Ellie: I'm so, so proud of you sweetheart! I'm so glad you decided to text me, honey. How are you doing, do I need to come over?

You: what? Ellie, it's almost 3:00 in the morning?

Ellie: so? I don't care? I want you to be safe, feel safe. I love you, honey, I can come over and we can talk about it? Maybe I can bring snacks and we can sit in the living room and watch a movie? Can you sleep?

You: No I can't, I slept too long during the day... but no Ellie you don't need to do that, I'm fine, I assure you!

Ellie: ok! Love you, sweetheart, see you in 45 minutes or so! <3 x

Seeing her text, a little bit of panic began to rise threw you. You quickly got in the shower and washed your body and hair before jumping out.

You dried your hair well with your towel before putting your damp hair up in a bun and dropping the towel, applying lotion all over your skin.

"I gotta smell good, I mean she is my crush after all, God y/n... if mom found out..."

Once you finished you brushed your teeth and wrapped the towel around your body, walking back into your room.

You change into a comfortable pair of baggy pajama pants and slip your dad's sweatshirt back on.

You take your hair out of the bun and brush threw it before drying it once more, letting the rest air dry.

You lay back in bed and scrolled threw Instagram but almost screamed when you felt someone stroke your hair back.