𝙸𝚜 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚕 𝙻𝚒𝚏𝚎? | 𝙼𝙲𝚈𝚃/𝙳𝚂𝙼𝙿 𝚡 𝚈/𝙽 | 𝙽𝙾 𝚂𝙷𝙸𝙿𝚂

𝚈/𝙽...𝙴𝚡𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜, 𝙿𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎

TW// cussing, strong talk of self harm, calling someone out for self harm, crying, talk of blood, talk of razors

I think that's it but please tell me if there's more

Y/N's POV
5 days later

It was a rainy day, so we were all hanging out in the living room watching The Office and talking. I liked The Office. It was funny. I had made sure to frequently change the bandages on my arms for the past few days so they wouldn't get infected.

"Does anyone know where Clay is?" Tommy asked. "I think he said he was gonna clean up the bathrooms upstairs." George replied. "Ah. Do you think he needs help?" Tommy questioned. "Nah, he's good."

I giggled at this.

We heard footsteps coming down the stairs and we all looked that way waiting to see Clay come around the corner. "Hey, Clay!" George smiled when Clay walked in the room. He had a weird expression on his face. "Hey..." He said. "Are you alright, boss?" Alex asked. "Uhm..." Clay's eyes met mine.

"Y/N..." He said. "Come- Come here."

"Yes?" I asked as I grabbed my crutches and walked around the couch. I saw that Clay was holding something by his side, but I couldn't tell what it was. "Can I...help you?" I nervously chuckled.

"I...fuck- uhm..." He stuttered. "Clay? You alright, hun?" George asked.

"Y/N...explain this, please." Clay said in a stern yet understanding voice, holding up a broken razor. "I...don't know." I lied. "No, no I think you do know." Clay said. "I think you know why I found this in your trash can, the loose blades from it in the cabinet, and a half used roll of bandages."

He paused.

"And I think you know why one of the blades had some dried blood on it."

I felt tears pushing at the backs of my eyes, threatening to spill at any moment. I didn't know what to say. What does a person say when they're put in this situation?

"Y/N...please show me your arms." Clay said in a soft voice. "N-No." I said. I pulled my sleeves over my arms, now covering my hands completely. "Y/N..." Clay repeated my name. I shook my head.

"Y/N, I'm not mad. Im just worried." He said. "I just want to make sure you're ok." "Well obviously I'm not fucking ok!" My voice shook and broke with every word. A couple of tears ran down my cheeks.

Clay came over and gently took my hands in his.

"Can I please look?" He asked. I slowly nodded. I felt Clay roll up my sleeves, revealing my slightly dirty white bandages covering each arm. "Oh, Y/N...I'm so sorry...when did you do this?" He asked.

"A f-few days ago...wh-en we got back from the p-ark...when I was in my room by m-myself before Nick came a-nd asked me if I wanted to w-watch TV with you all." I admitted.

Clay pulled me into a hug. I wanted to push him away, tell him I don't need help, tell him I'm fine and can handle this on my own, but I couldn't. I didn't have the strength.

"I...I need some time alone." I finally said. Clay broke our hug but he kept his hands on my shoulders. "Not to sound rude, but I don't trust you to be alone right now." He said. "I don't mean that in a bad way, I mean it in a 'I care about your health' way." He added.

"I'm just gonna go out on the front porch for a bit." I said. Clay sighed, and let go of me. "Fine...but don't go out in the rain. I don't what you to get sick." He said. I nodded, and headed towards the front door.

I loved the smell of the air whenever it rained. It was so fresh. So crisp.

I thought for a moment on all of my life decisions.

"Fuck you, respectfully. I'm gonna take a peaceful walk in the rain." I said. It wasn't a very heavy rain. It was almost like a mist. It would be better if the sun was shining, but it's not, so oh well.

I went down the porch steps, and started down the sidewalk.

Clay/Dream's POV

After Y/N went out onto the porch, I turned to everyone in the living room. They looked shocked, sad, and confused.

"Sorry..." I apologized. "Don't apologize. You were just worried for them...and now I am too..." Nikki said as I went over and sat down on the couch.

"God, I feel like an awful foster dad. I confronted them about that in front of all of you and now Y/N is probably super embarrassed as well as upset." I held my head in my hands. "Don't feel bad, Dream. You did what you thought was right. Thats nothing to feel bad for." Phil said.

Time skip

It had been about ten minutes since Y/N went outside, and we hadn't heard a single noise the whole time.

"I'm gonna go check on Y/N." Ranboo said. "Ok." I replied.

Ranboo walked away. I heard the front door open, and instead of Ranboo saying something to Y/N, he said this;

"Uhm...guys?" "Yeah?" George yelled. Ranboo walked back into the living room. "Y/N is...gone." He said. "Gone? What do you mean 'gone'?" I asked, sitting up in my seat. "I-I don't know! They're not on the porch!"

"Fuck."

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