Mentions of self harm, knives, blood and hospitals.
-TDM
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I sat on my bed, looking at the ceiling in pure silence. There was no noise, leaving me to my thoughts only. I looked at myself in the mirror, tears brimming my eyes. I wiped them quickly, before getting up, needing to go to the toilet. I left the room, and locked the door behind me, looking at the toilet. I kneeled down, my head leaning over the toilet. I stared into it, before forcing myself to throw up. It took a good ten minutes. I flushed the chain, washing my hands and face, also washing my mouth out with some mouth wash. I dried my face, looking at myself in the mirror. I sighed and looked down, at my feet, exiting the room. I returned to my bedroom, laying back down.
"Why does he never hang out with me anymore?" I asked myself, looking at my hands, I clenched my fists, becoming more and more angry with myself. 'It's all my fault.' I gritted my teeth, furrowing my eyebrows. "IT'S ALL MY FAULT!" I shouted at myself, tears brimming my eyes. Before I knew it, they were falling onto my face. I looked at the drawer next to me. I opened it, seeing the knife I used. I grabbed it, holding it in my hand, clenching it tightly. I lifted up my arm sleeve, looking at the scars on it. I held my breath as I slowly dragged my knife across it. A tiny bit of blood poured out of my arm. I slashed my arm a few more times, before cleaning it. I also cleaned my knife before placing it back into the drawer. I closed it, walking down to get a glass of water.
"Greetings Y/N!" Stanford said whilst looking at me.
"Hi Ford!" He set down his cup, most likely filled with coffee. He walked over to me.
"How are you feeling?" I shrugged, knowing had to lie to him.
"Good thank you what about you?" I asked him, he thought for a moment, but then answered my question.
"I'm good thank you Y/N." I pulled down my sleeves, as they kept pushing upwards. My hands were hidden behind the sleeves of a hoodie that I had. I smiled weakly at him, he smiled back, as I went to go and fill my glass of water. I drank a bit before leaving back to my bed.
"Have fun in the basement, and studying." I said, as cheerful as I could, as Ford turned around walking back to the basement. I sighed, taking a glass of water, chugging it down as quickly as I could. I grabbed the mug too bringing it to the pile of empty dishes. "And it was his turn to do the dishes." I muttered gritting my teeth. I started to cleaned them, sighing, as tears brimmed my eyes. I suddenly felt dizzy, falling to my knees, my head hitting the floor with a bang.
~Ford's POV~
Before I got reach the door to the basement, I heard a loud bang. My eyes widened.
"Y/N?" I shouted. "Y/N?" I ran to each room, and when I saw Y/N on the floor. Her eyes were shut. I didn't hesitate to run over. "Y/N. Can you hear me. Y/N?" I picked her up, and dashed through the front door, she was barely breathing, I set her in the front seat next to me, so I could keep an eye on her. "Please be alright." I said, while speeding across the road. I probably broke every speeding law there is. I drove to the hospital, dashing out of the car, quickly undoing her seatbelt and picking her up, my hand cupped her head, as her breathing started to get slower. "It's going to be okay
Y/N." I bust through the doors of the hospital.
"Is everything alright sir." A lady behind a desk asked, seeing the panic on my face. I shook my head.
"My girlfriend, she fainted, I didn't know what to do, so I came straight here."
"Do you know how she fainted?" I shook my head, still cupping hers, gradually her breathing started to get slower. "Alright sir, we'll get a doctor straight away." She called down a doctor, and he came straight to us, along with a stretcher. I placed my girlfriend gently down on it, making sure to keep her head secure. The doctor then strapped her down. Another doctor came by, helping him. I followed them, holding my hand in Y/N's. We soon got to a ward, and she was hooked up to different things, while doctors tried to figure out what was going on and what was wrong with her.
