larissa weems one shots 🤍

i care

~• context: you have relapsed after 8 months and wanted someone to talk to so you go to talk to larissa
~• tw/cw: self harm, depression, crying, swearing, blood, teacher attachment, anxiety,
~• italics are your thoughts

i felt like such a failure. 8 months clean and i decided to relapse. what was i thinking? im such an idiot. i was doing so well. i just wanted someone to talk to. i was worried that if i told miss thornhill she would take me to see dr kinbott, the town's therapist. i remembered what principal weems had said to me about if i ever wanted to talk to her i could. i decided to finally pull myself together and bandage up my arm before going to see her.

as i walked along the vast corridors i started to regret my decision but told myself its better to get it off your chest. when i arrived at her office door i very hesitantly knocked. "enter!" i heard from the other side. i gently pushed open the door and poked my head around to see her sat contentedly typing away on her laptop. she looked up at me and smiled. "ah y/n! what a lovely surprise! come on in then silly!" she giggled gesturing for me to come in. "principal weems...may i talk to you about something that's been troubling me?" i asked tentatively. "of course darling! im always ready for a chat!" she said with a mild look of concern on her face. "well.." i said trying to get the words out except i couldn't. my throat felt as though it were closing and my eyes started burning. "y/n what's wrong sweetheart? you can tell me..i promise!" she said soothingly. she looked at me with the most comforting look anyone has ever given me before, that of an angel. she got up off her chair and crouched down in front of me raising her hands up to my face so she could wipe away my tears. she glanced down at my bandaged arm and asked gently "may i...?" she was pointing at my arm acting as though she were taking the bandage off. "okay.." i replied shakily. she gave me a comforting smile as she gently peeled off the bandage. soon her eyes were filling with water as she scanned my bleeding arm. she began to stutter "o-o-oh my d-darling y/n...come here" she said as she pulled me in for a hug. for a moment i sort of stayed still but then that sense of warmth came over me again and i couldn't help but latch onto her and sob loudly.  "i relapsed after 8 months! i thought i could make it to a year but it all got too difficult..i feel like such a stupid asshole" i cried, gasping for breath through my sobs.

when we finally broke away from our hug she wiped her eyes and took a deep breath. "y/n..you know i will always care about you." she said quietly yet lovingly. "i love you" i replied, tears still streaming down my face. she looked at me with a look of softness and warmth much different from the disgusted look i was expecting. she slowly walked over to me cupped my face in her soft, warm hands and kissed me on the forehead. i had never felt more cared for in my life.

s/n: i am so so sorry if this is a little extreme but i just wanted to raise awareness and if you're reading this right now and if you're struggling with sh or depression or anything really, i just want you to know that you are worth it. your life is worth living and even if you don't know it, you make someones day better every time they see you. 🫶🏻💗