They'll Always Just Leave you Hanging...

It'll always Leave Scars

Hehe ready for some nice angst? ⚔️😘💅

Major TW for self-harm cuz some ppl don't listen to warnings so this is your final one!

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Marcy made their way to the bathroom, knife in hand. 

Marcy has had a self-harm addiction for around 1 year now, they did it from their thighs to their knees so they would always just wear long pants to cover it, witch was really inconvenient in the summer. Sasha had taken a notice to it and asked them about it multiple times but Marcy would always change the subject.

They made it to the bathroom and rolled up their pants and slid the knife across the skin.

All they could feel was a stinging sensation every time the knife graze across their skin.

After a few minutes, blood was dripping on the floor as Marcy stood up. Marcy sluggishly walked over to the bathroom cabinet to grab the bottle of rubbing alcohol. They took a makeup remover wipe and poured the rubbing alcohol on it and rubbed it on the scars on their thighs, then garbed ace bandages and wrapped it around the scars.

Marcy was smart enough to treat the scars, especially with how deep they were. They knew that it would be a lot smarter if they consulted a medical professional but they didn't want anyone to know about their unhealthy coping mechanics.

The longest they've stayed clean was about 3 months with a really good but then they couldn't control them self and they're streak was over, and even over 3 months and scars were still visible witch made Marcy really self-conscious even if no one noticed them, they seemed so noticeable to Marcy but yet no one noticed the scars.

And after that they knew that

It'll always leave scars...

Sasha was supposed to come home that day but after a few hours of Marcy waiting, distrusting them self by re-watching their favorite anime, Monster Slayer Acadima, for the 100th time, they started to get worried. 

"What if they lied, he just doesn't want to be with me... she just pitys me, everyone does!" Marcy started to panic, all these thoughts rushing through their head made them spiral into a panic attack.

A million thoughts wishing through their head overwhelming them. 

"I always fuck everything up. It's my fault Sasha and Anne fought. It's my fault we got trapped in Amphibia. Everything is my fault, I don't deserve their love, everything they went through, all the trauma, it was all my fault..."

They had the urge to self-harm again but they had already treated the scars on their leg. Their was a knife right beside were they where watching anime, so they took it and started to cut deep into their wrist...

Their was blood stains all over the desk when Marcy looked down to see what they just did. A huge wave of guilt washing over them as they started to sob, tears rolling down they're cheeks.

 Marcy always avoided their wrist because it was really hard to cover it up and the last s thing they wanted was someone to find out, especially their girlfriends. They didn't want them to worry about them anymore then they already did.

"Damnit, how will I hide this, now they'll know how fucked up in the head I am." Marcy whisper to them self through hiccups from their sobs. 

"They probably already hate you from how much they have to protect you, just play it off like you're fine, your being dramatic." Is all they could hear, echoing through their head. 

Nothing could save them now.

No one was their to comfort them in their time of need, Anne was working late, and Sasha still wasn't home. Marcy convinced them self that they were lying, doing anything they could to avoid Marcy.

Marcy picked up the knife again and continued to slid the blade wherever they could find untouched skin, making their whole body ache in pain, a stinging sensation all over their body. Their was no way they could cover this up now.

They placed the bloody knife back on the desk along with her head, resting it on her now bloody arms.

They where so tired to move, to tired to even try to cover the evidence of what went down, it's not like they were in a rush, Sasha was clearing avoiding Marcy, they were sure of it. After everything that happened, they wouldn't blame her. 

Marcy was so tired they almost drifted off to sleep on the desk not even making an effort to move to their bed not caring anymore. They were so tired everything, of being bullied, people pitying them, and just tired of life. It's like they just wanted to end it all, they wanted to escape the thoughts that kept them awake, kept them questioning everything and everyone.

As they where about to drift out of  consciousness, they herd something,

The sound of a door creaking open...

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Author's note:

I ate so many fucking fruit-roll-ups while writing this is not even funny...

This is probably gonna be the longest chapter, cuz damn I didn't expect to put this much detail into it, I guess I'm a bit obsessed with writing angsty shit like this.

Anyways don't ask why I put in so much detail what is like to sh and intrusive thoughts, cuz I won't be telling... 

Don't worry this won't just be all angst the next chapter will probably be some nice fluff but after that be prepared for a lot of angst, but their will be a happy ending : )