Depression/ anxiety one shots

Too quiet tw sh⚠️

I had gotten back a day early from visiting my parents. My roommate and I never got along, so we barely even spoke, hence why I didn't bother to tell her I was leaving a day sooner than I had planned to.

I got into our apartment and immediately something felt off. There was no noise. Jeea always had something playing, whether it was the tv, music, or some work meeting online. Today it was dead silent.

" Jeea I'm back just so you know!" I yelled figuring she was maybe wearing headphones or something, and I sat down on the couch.

I turned on a show but I got up after a minute or so cause I just had a bad feeling and it forced me to go knock on Jeea's door.

" Jeea. Are you alive in there?" I said knocking on the door.

No answer. I turned the handle and it opened. I walked in and saw her bathroom door was open and the light was on.

" Jeea." I said and crept towards the bathroom. As I entered I saw her, slouched against the wall and she was, she was covered in blood.

" Fucking shit Jeea what did you do!" I yelled and I pulled out my phone to dial 911 when Jeea came to.

" Stop." She said. " I'm fine. I'm always fine."

" No I'm calling." I said in shock.

She stood up slowly. " See. I'm fine. I just like to soak in all the chemicals in peace."

" What the actual fuck Jeea. You're bleeding, and you sound delusional." I said.

She reached behind me and grabbed a washcloth from the shelf, soaking it in water before wiping it up and down her arms that were still slightly bleeding.

"See, it looked worse than it is." She said. " You can go now."

I sort of just stood there in shock as I saw the combined hundreds of cuts and scars down her arms.

" Seriously get out." She said.

Usually I'd do what she said when she was pissed because I hated confrontation, but today was different.

"No." I said. " Sit on the stool, now."

She looked at me shocked and even more shocked at herself when she sat.

" Good." I said. "Now we gotta stop you're bleeding."

I took the washcloth from her and tossed it in the shower, to which she looked at me slightly angry but more confused.

" Paper towels." I said as an explanation. " Washcloths can cause infection if they aren't perfectly clean."

I squatted down and I held the paper towels on her arms until she stopped bleeding. Once it had stopped I dug through her medicine cabinet to find the antiseptic spray, antibiotic ointment, and bandages.

"Why are you doing this?" Jeea said in a tone that seemed like she was kind of annoyed.

" Because I walked in on you unconscious and bloody and then you tell me you do this on purpose. You purposely hurt yourself Jeea, and if there was ever a reason I would always help you, this would be it." I said and sprayed the antiseptic all over her arms as she winced repeatedly from the pain.

" I'm sorry." I said. " I know that hurts."

I washed my hands before gently applying the ointment across her cuts and then I started bandaging her.

" You know it hurts?" She asked suspiciously.

" Yes Jeea, I used to cut myself from middle to mid high school. I'll be 7 years clean soon though, it's in my past." I said.

" Oh." She said and then she did something I'd never seen her do. She cried. She tried to hide it until I finished bandaging her up but she really broke down once I finished.

I stood up and she did to. "@Can you hug me?" She asked.

I nodded and pulled her in. I moved my hands up and down her back as her head sank into my shoulder.

"Do you want to talk about it?" I asked.

"Yeah." She said and so we went back into her room and sat on the bed.

" I started a few months ago. I don't really know why. It just felt like it would help me and of course it didn't, not in the long term. I'm sorry you had to see me that way." Jeea said.

" It's okay, really. Do you want to stop?" I asked.

"Yes, I've tried, but I can't." She said embarrassed.

" Yes you can. I'll help you." I said.

"You'd do that?" She asked shocked.

"Yeah Jeea, I would. I know how it's almost useless to tell you not to do this again, so for now just don't do this when you're home alone again, I'd clean you up again and again before I'd want you to die, you hear me?" I said.

" Okay. I promise I'll do that." She said.

"Good." I said. " But in general you can come to me before something happens too, just tell me."

"Thank you." She said.

" You're welcome. Now how about you come downstairs and watch my show with me so you're not alone with your thoughts." I suggested and she did.