Self Harm Imagines

Santana Lopez x fem! Reader

⚠️Major ⚠️trigger warning ⚠️

"And all she wears anymore is sweaters and long sleeve t-shirts, Santana, talk to her when you can." Puck finished his statement about your odd behavior. "I know Puck, I'll talk to her when I can. Thanks again Puckerman, bye." Santana hung up and set her phone on her bed. It was currently 3:30 AM. She just got back from her vacation with her grandma, and boy was she tired. She missed Y/N so much, but couldn't call her, or much less text her with her grandma watching her every move. She sighed and stood up, stretching. She was gonna take a 3 hour nap and then go see Y/N.
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*Y/Ns pov*
Shaking and crying, I open the next text from the anonymous person saying that I was ugly and fat, and didn't deserve Santana. This wouldn't usually bother me, but lately I've been struggling with certain urges. It was exceptionally difficult due to Santana being on vacation. I slid up my sleeve, grimacing in pain as the few day old cuts rubbed against my long sleeve t shirt. "I can't. But I need too. But I shouldn't, I promised San I wouldn't.... I NEED IT." As I'm fighting my inner demons, my nails are digging into my thigh. Ok fine, I'll give in.
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*Knock Knock Knock* "Y/N/N?" Santanas voice could be herd from your bedroom. The only reason she was knocking on the door is cuz your parents weren't going to be home for a week. Ugh. Walking down the stairs, I gently rub my bloodied arm and pull my sleeve further down my arm. "TANA???" I screamed and wrapped my arms around her neck. "Y/N.." she sighed in relief. I was still the same old me. Sorta. She pushed me away to look at me, really look at me. Messy hair, and tired looking eyes. She knew I was hurting. "You ok?" She pulled me into another hug. "Yeah San. I'm fine" giving the best smile I could. "Mhm ok. What's up with the sweater , aren't you hot?" My eyes quickly diverted " uhm I'm not sure, I don't feel the greatest." I subconsciously rubbed my left wrist behind my back. "Y/N what's the matter? I know something's up." I drop my eyes to my bare feet. "Promise not to get mad?" "Promise!" I sighed. " come in tana." She walked in, kicking her shoes off and immediately heading for your room. She was on your bed when you came in and she grabbed your hand. "Y/N hon what's up." A single year fell down my face " I did it again San." She stopped breathing. "Wait what why? I SWEAR IF BERRY SAID-" I quickly shake my head no, "Rachel didn't say anything." Santana took a deep breath, calming down a little more " can I see them?"
I nod and she takes my hand and um gives it a squeeze. Slowly, she lifts my sleeve up to see the searing red marks and dried blood. She immediately wraps her arms around me and whispers, "I'm here, it'll be ok. I love you and it'll be ok"

Sorry if it's short I'm really tired lol. Requests are open!!!