Him~ (Ben Pincus x Fem! Reader)

Scars

(MAJOR TW: Mentions of self-harm!!!!)

I wake up and look at the footage. It's the others! They're alive, and ok!

And still on the island! But I don't want to waste time trying to find them.

But these were taken just two to three days ago. "There's Kenji.. and Sammy.. Aww.. that's cute!" I say as I watch each clip, laughing or commenting about something all the time.

When it finished, I smiled and just looked at the ceiling. Every day I've also gone looking for Ben, Scavenging along the way.

Today, I come across a little shelter, but I don't stay long. I draw and x and put my initials. Then I hear footsteps

Ben POV

I just got back with Bumpy when I hear footsteps running and receding, though I'm too disoriented to tell if they're humans or dinosaurs.

There's And X in the dirt though, and an Y/i (Your initials) written in a signature way. 'Y/i? What does that mean???' I thought.

"Wait. That's Y/n's artwork seal! I remember seeing it when she showed me her sketch of an eye.

That was at the bottom. Which means that was probably her!!" I explained to nobody in particular. "I don't know how much more I can take." I groan.

My POV

I go back home, and I've taken up the habit of cutting my arms again, as nobody can stop me.

I sit on the bed, exausted from my adventure and from running with so little energy.

I've lost so much weight now that I'm pretty slim after I began rationing to survive as long as possible.

It's hard, but I resist eating in between my designated meal times.

Ben POV

Bumpy is sleeping while I'm still looking at the photo before me. 

I try to remember the picture Y/n drew, and tried to recreate it, holding on to the way she captivated each single hair in the eyebrow.

I had the drawing in my pocket because she gave it to me, and The Paper with all the information on it.

I look I'm the corners at the little ':3' and smiley faces,  I look down, and for the first time since I got stuck, Began to cry.

My POV

I looked at my scars, blood seeping from the new ones, and Emotions overwhelmed me, and I began to cry.

I punched the wall, my fists now red and raw from punching and digging and everything else. I scream into the pillow, digging my nails into the edges. I get up, exhausted but doing what I want

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