◦y/n and robin have been dating for 3 months
◦ THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS SELF HARM. PLEASE DO NOT READ IF THIS MIGHT TRIGGER YOU. PLEASE BE SAFE. <3
I rolled up my sleeve, putting my blades back into my backpack. I slung my backpack over my shoulder as I walked out of the bathroom stall. Donna was also in the bathroom. Shit shit shit. "Oh hey, Y/n." She said, washing her hands. "Hey." I said, setting my bag down to wash my hands. I started to roll up my sleeve, when I caught myself. Shit. That was so close. I quickly rolled it down and washed my hands without rolling my sleeves up. I finished drying my hands and grabbed my bag. "So I guess I'll see you..." Donna started, but I was already out the door. "Later..." She finished, with a concerned look on her face.
I sat down at our lunch table, where Finney and Robin already were. "Hey hermosa." Robin said, putting his hand on my thigh and giving me a kiss on the cheek. "Hey." I said, trying my best to smile and make it look convincing. Donna came to the table thirty seconds later, sitting down next to me. When Robin and Finney weren't looking, she whispered to me, "Hey, are you okay?" I wasn't. "Yeah I'm fine, why?" I responded, trying to sound as happy and energetic as possible. She looked clearly concerned. "Okay..." She muttered.
~ROBIN POV~
It was halfway through lunch and all of us were having a good time, laughing, talking as usual. Y/n does this cute thing where when she's explaining something she's really excited about, she talks with her hands moving, and it's the most adorable fucking thing ever. When she was talking today, she did the thing where her hands move when she talks, and that was when her sleeve fell down. I saw fresh cuts on her arm. All over it. My smile faded. Holy shit. I put my hand on her thigh.
~Y/N POV~
Robin put his hand on my thigh. "Hey, amor, can I talk to you for a second?" He asked. "Yeah sure." I said, him grabbing my hand and leading me to the bathroom. (It's gender neutral bathrooms) When we got there I asked, "What is it?" He gave me a sympathetic look. "You know I love you, right?" He said, holding my hand. I smiled. "Yeah, I know, I love you too." I said. "Y/n. I saw what was on your arm." He said. Shit. Shit. SHIT. I blinked. "What are you talking about?" I said, trying to play it cool. He looked at the ground and then back at me. "Y/n, can you please roll your sleeve up?" FUCK. My eyes started to sting with tears. "Fine." I said, rolling my sleeve up and looking away. I could see his face out of the corner of my eye. I could tell that he was shocked but he was trying to act like it wasn't that bad. "Y/n, did you do this?" He asked. I nodded, still not looking at him. "Oh my god. Y/n, I'm so sorry. Y/n, look at me." He put his hand up to my face, causing me to look at him. His eyes were filling up with tears. SHIT.
My tears were already rolling down my face, he pulled me in for a hug, rubbing my back in between my shoulder blades, trying to make me feel better. "Y/n, please don't ever do that again. Please." I heard him say, his voice slightly breaking. "I'm sorry." I whispered. We kept hugging and we didn't let go for a very long time.
I understand that this chapter can be very triggering to some, so please be fucking safe, I love you all so much, please don't hurt yourself. If you feel like self harming, please call the self harm crisis hotline at 1-800-366-8288, they might be able to help. I love you all so much and I can't imagine losing you guys. I love you and please stay safe!💗💗💗
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