Depression/ anxiety one shots

Strict but sweet twsh ⚠️

I fucked up. I relapsed. Now I had to call my girlfriend because if I didn't she'd be incredibly pissed off at me. She's never upset, as long as I tell her right away.

I heard her voicemail speak and that's when I began to panic. I called again, voicemail again.

I didn't know what to do. I decided to just keep calling her so that's what I did as I kept pressure on the cuts across my arm. 

After probably 15 calls I gave up. I leaned against the wall crying and still trying to get the cuts to stop bleeding.

My phone rang. I instantly picked up.

" Sweety what's wrong? Did you relapse?" My girlfriend Marissa said panicking.

" Yes, I'm sorry, I've been trying to call, please don't be mad." I cried.

" No, no, don't worry princess I'm not mad. I lost my phone and could hear you calling but I just now found it."

" Oh." I said.

" Okay, so how's it look love? Do I need to bring you to the hospital?" She asked nervously.

" No, I just, I need you right now." I said.

" I'm coming over right now okay. I'll see you in a few. Stay calm for me okay." She told me.

" Okay." I said and I waited for her to arrive. She used her key and came blasting through the door and then into my bathroom where she saw me on the ground.

I started crying when I saw her and she went up to me, squatted down, and wiped the tears from my eyes.

" It's okay baby. You don't gotta cry, you're safe now, you're in good hands." She said and I nodded in thanks.

She was always very direct and definitely not gentle, but I didn't mind, I liked it actually. I did always feel safe with her.

"Let me see." She said and so I took my hand and the paper towel, off my arm.

" Good girl, thank you." Marissa said. " I'm gonna clean you up and bandage you up and then I'm going to do whatever I can to help you feel better alright."

" Thank you." I muttered as she finished bandaging my arm.

" You're welcome. Now what do you need from me now, do you want to watch a movie, go out, take a nap, you tell me?" She said.

" I just want you to hold me, please." I said.

" Okay baby, of course." She said and we both got in the bed and she held me.

She was rubbing my back as I layed on top of her and I got up the courage to stay something.

" Marissa?" I asked.

" Yeah?" She responded.

" I want to quit. I just don't think I can on my own, so I need your help. Please." I said.

" How baby?" She asked me.

" Be more strict, treat it like an addiction, because it is. I need you to be in more control, I just can't anymore." I said.

" Okay love, I can do that." She said. " Do you want me to start like now now or like later?"

" Now please." I answered.

" Okay, everything off except for bra and panties, I need to check the rest of your body for wounds, will their be any? Tell me the truth." She demanded.

" Yes. My thigh. I'm sorry." I said.

" Well you told me the truth so be proud of that. From now on I will be asking often and occasionally checking. One lie means checks every morning and every night, understand?" She asked.

" Yes, I understand." I said.

" Great, now let's get this thigh bandaged up and I'll make you something to eat, sound good?" Marissa asked.

" Yes, thanks for this." I said.

" Anything you need my love, anything. I'm here. I got you." She said.

She finished bandaging my thigh and then made me some tomato soup with French bread on the side. I did end up lying sometime in the following weeks, so now she checks me twice a day, but I've been clean for a month so that's so awesome and me and her are both proud of me.