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Feeling Faint (⚠️TW SH⚠️)

       "Fine Matt, you win. I get it okay?" I said storming upstairs, in tears.
"Y/n, wait...." Matt said quietly. Matt and I just had a fight because he got jealous. I went to a party and I didn't tell him about it, so he got all jealous, without any reason to be. It broke out into a huge fight between us. So here I am again. Blade in hand, leaning against my bedroom wall, sobbing my eyes out. Just a couple times, that will make it better. I rolled up my sleeve to reveal a forearm with scars, old and new.
Slit, 1...2...3...4...5. That's better. But not enough. It still hurts. I rolled up my other sleeve. Slit, 6...7...8...9...10. That last one was a little bit deeper than I intended, I was bleeding a lot. I stood up to go and clean my scars up, but I stood a little too fast. The last thing I saw before I fell to the ground was Matt walking in.

Matt's POV:
        "Shit" I muttered under my breath. I ran my hand through my hair out of stress and took a deep breath. I headed upstairs to y/n's room to apologize. When I opened the door, y/n collapsed to onto the ground, unconscious. "Y/N!"
"Shit shit shit shit." I ran up and out her head in my lap. I checked to see if she was breathing, and thank god she was. I looked at her, and realized that I saw blood. A lot of it. I rolled up her sleeve and saw something I was not expecting. Scars. So many of them. Old, recent, and brand new. I covered my mouth in disbelief. "Oh my god."  My eyes started to water. I can't believe y/n, my y/n, the most thoughtful and beautiful girl to ever exist, would ever think to do this to herself. I began to cry light sobs as I waited for her to wake up.

Y/N POV:
       My eyes started to peel open. My head was in Matt's lap. I could tell he'd been crying. His eyes were red, puffy, and glossy.
"Holy shit y/n thank god you're okay." He said pulling me into a hug.
"Yea I'm okay, I don't know what happened." I said in hopes that he didn't see what I think he did.
"I think you do know. I do." He glanced down at my arms.
"Y/n it's okay, I'm not judging you. And you don't have to talk about it if you don't want to. If you want to talk to me that's fine too. But I don't want you to keep doing that. Things like this will keep happening if you don't stop. And it doesn't make you any better, it only hurts you. I want you to get some help. I love you too much to lose you." His voice cracked at that last part.
"Matt-" he cut me off.
"And I'm so so sorry about our fight. More than you could know. I was just being a jealous douchebag, and I don't know what came over me I ju-"  I cut him off.
"Matt." I said putting my hands on either side of his face.
"It's okay. I forgive you. I hate that I do this to myself. It's just the only thing that distracts me from all of the other bad stuff."
"But it doesn't have to be."
"I know. You're right. I'll try to get better." Matt sighed of relief and hugged me tight.
"Good."
"And if you ever feel like you need to do this again, promise you'll call." 
I looked at him blankly.
"Please, promise me you will."
"Okay, I'll call you." I said with a sympathetic smile."
"Hey" he said, I looked over at him.
"I love you. You know that right? Nothing will ever change that."
"I love you so much Matt."
We cuddled up against each other and fell asleep in my room.

A/N:  HIIIIII sorry I took forever to put out a new chapter, school and life got in the way, I'm so sorry. But I hope you like this one I really enjoyed writing it. I hope you have a great day.
Also, please check out my new book about Chris called "Sweetheart" :)