Tw: self-harm
-nats whatever you want her to be
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So many triggers. Everything triggers. Why? No idea. Everything could make you think about relapsing somehow. You've fought the triggers mostly, untill now.
You have a kitten, one that plays a lot. Today she was playing with your arm and scratched you deep. It started bleeding. Looking at it, flashbacks go through your mind.
It's so stupid. Every trigger you've fought against and now this little scratch is gonna make you relapse. Getting out of your bed you search in your drawer for your pencil case with the little case you made for them.
You keep searching but you can't find it. "I took it." Natasha speaks up. You look up to see the woman with teary green eyes. "I found it and threw it away." She takes a deep breath, shivering.
"Why would you do that to yourself?" Her voice breaks. "I-" "No, don't answer that." She walks over to me. "I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry we didn't notice." She hugs me. "Please, please promise me you'll talk to me if you feel like hurting yourself." "Nat-" "Please." Again her voice breaking.
You nod. "Okay." She hugs you tight.
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A/n: short ik sorry x
