Depression/ anxiety one shots

Cheating self ( talk/visual description sh ⚠️)

I'm high, but hey I wrote something! Hope y'all find it to be not entirely full of typos :)

She came back from work, saw I was sitting in the living room, and immediately dropped her purse and started sobbing. She could tell that I knew she'd been cheating on me.

Her little fling had left a message on our home phone and I'd heard it.

" So, I want the truth. Now." I said stoically.

" I'm so sorry." She cried and ran to me, trying to fall into my arms.

" Stop." I said. " You don't deserve me comforting you right now."

She stopped, looking hurt by my words. " You're right. It started two weeks ago, and I ended it yesterday. I'm so sorry. Please let me make this up to you, I'll do anything."

" I don't know about that. I'll have to think about it. I'm going upstairs to bed. You're sleeping on the couch. Good night." I said flatly.

I slept like shit, thinking about what to do. It seemed she felt guilty, but that didn't make it hurt any less. By morning I came to a conclusion.

I went down the stairs in the morning to see Juni laying asleep awkwardly on the couch.

"Good morning." I said, waking her up.

" Oh, good morning too." She said jumping up, but extremely startled.

I looked at her eyes. They were very tired. She had horrible dark circles and I couldn't help but feel bad for waking her.

"How much sleep did you get?" I asked.

" I don't know exactly, enough though." She responded, and I knew she was lying but moved past it.

" Okay. Well I've thought about it. I'm not breaking up with you, but let me make myself perfectly clear, if this happens again I'm done on the spot, got it?" I told her.

" Got it. Thank you so much!" She said and stood up to hug me, which I reluctantly accepted.

" And I might be more naggy, asking you where you've been and what you've done, and you're going to have to be okay with that. We clear?" I said with her arms still around me.

" Yes, so clear, and I promise I'll never hurt you like this ever again." She said and I could tell she was holding back tears.

" Okay, good. And you're never to speak to that girl again." I said as I pulled her off of me.

" Absolutely. I already deleted her number." She said.

" Great. Now how about we go take a shower together and start fresh?" I suggested, trying to stop being angry.

" Oh, uh, I want to do that, but I can't. I have work in like an hour." She said and I looked at her suspiciously.

" You don't have work until three o'clock today. What do you mean you have work?" I asked.

" I'm covering someone's shift." She said and it really sounded like she was lying.

" Who's shift?" I asked.

" Uh Daniele's I think." She said.

" You think?" I asked. " If this is going to work you can't lie to me. Tell me why you're trying to leave."

" Fine." She sighed, defeated. " I don't want to shower with you."

" Why? You feel you don't deserve to or something, cause I hate the victim playing. I won't deal with that." I asked, annoyed.

" Then we should probably break up, because I've been taking pity on myself since this whole thing started, and I can't have you see that." She replied.

" Woah what?" I asked, confused. " See what? Please just explain."

" It will only make it worse. I should go. I'm sorry." She said and got up and began to put her shoes on.

" Juni what the fuck. Stop speaking in code and just tell me already, cause you're right, this is making it worse." I said, raising my voice slightly.

" Okay, if you need the truth I'll give you the truth. You will want me to leave afterwards though, and I'll leave." She stated and I began to get anxious.

" Okay, just tell me." I said.

" I didn't want to shower with you because I've been hitting myself for the past couple weeks and I didn't want you seeing the bruises. I know it's disgusting of me, feeling bad for myself after all I've done for you, but it's the truth. Now I'll leave." She said, looking ashamed.

" If you hated what you were doing so much that you were hitting yourself, why'd you keep it up?" I asked.

" The more I'd do it, the more I hated myself, and after the first time I realized I deserved to absolutely despise myself, I guess that's why. I know how stupid it is." She answered.

" No, it kinda makes sense. Did you uh, did you do it last night?" I asked.

" No. I didn't want you to hear." She said, and I realized how hard she must've been hitting herself if I could've heard it.

" I want you to show me." I said.

" Why? Trust me, it's ugly, save yourself the annoyance." She said.

" Why? Because you've been hurting yourself and that's bad Juni. I need to see." I explained. " To make sure you're okay."

" I'm okay, and I say this in an honest way and not a playing the victim way, but I don't deserve you comforting me. I'll stop if that's what's bothering you. I will." She said normally, trying her hardest to not get emotional.

" You don't deserve me comforting you for the guilt you feel over cheating on me, but you do deserve to be physically okay, so please, let me have a look so I can make sure that you are Juni. I care." I said.

" Okay." She said and took off her pants, revealing her battered legs.

I thought she was being a little dramatic when saying how bad they were, but she was underwhelming the situation. Almost her entire legs were some covered in one color of bruise or another.

" Jesus Juni." I gasped. " How much pain are you in?"

" From my legs? None. It's fine, just really not a cute look." She said.

" Okay, so if I do this, this doesn't hurt?" I asked and went and placed my hand on her leg, pressing just barely on it.

" No." She lied.

" Be straight with me. I don't care if the lie is about this, or about another woman, or anything, stop lying to me, that's the only way I'll ever trust you again." I admitted.

" Okay, I'm sorry. It hurts a little, but only when I touch my legs or they toucsomething. Other than that it's totally fine." She rephrased.

" That means it hurts. I know you're trying to not make me feel bad for you, because you still think you deserve my anger, but I'm done being angry, so please stop being this way. Just be normal." I requested.

" Okay, I can do that." She said.

" Good, now how about I get you some pain medicine for your legs, and maybe an ice pack or two, would that be helpful?" I suggested.

" Yes that would be great, thank you." She answered, though I could tell she wanted to get it herself, as to not "make" me help her.

As I went up the stairs to grab the medication, I thought about how we could possibly ever recover from this if she hated herself to that extent, and I was worried she'd never stop.