Age Regression One Shots \ Sturniolo Triplets

in truth, he couldn't. pt. 2

Regressed Matthew.

TW!! Major descriptions of self harm, more in depth, biting, blood, mentions of the word "flesh" and accidentally consuming blood. Along with blacking out and panic attacks! Please don't read this if it isn't your thing, no judgement! Feel free to also leave feedback.

Matt ushered himself to his room, his hands smacking the rails as he ran, not caring for the pain his knuckles faced. Before he knew it he was stopped in front of his door, but he struggled to get in. His shaky hands flunked repeatedly as he attempted to turn the handle, but he couldn’t calm down enough to open the door so he momentarily gave up.

Chris was the baby, not him and Chris was Nick’s baby, not him. It was never meant to be him, he was just stuck in the middle. Just baby B who still has to grow up.

He dropped to his knees, his heart pumping with so much fear as he couldn’t find his breath, surely sending him into a panic attack.

He felt stupid, so stupid. He pulled his knees to his chest as he sobbed, the urge to bite himself was strong. His teeth clenched as he brought his arm up to over his mouth. He had to, it was pointless to hold back. In an instant he bit down, using his arm to muffle himself. His teeth latched onto the soft skin, squishing the flesh between his teeth.

His screams were muffled as he cried out in pain. Red liquid poured from the bite, dressing his face in his own blood. His eyes glossed over the final time, viewing the blood rolling off his arm. The taste was bitter, it was horrible. He wanted to pull out, but he was terrified.

As the blood rolled off, spewing into his mouth he saw legs out of the corner of his eyes.

His breath hitched as he realized they saw him with a chunk of his own skin in his mouth, he whined at the discomfort, soon blacking out.