Hoodie?

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TW - Self Harm, Panic Attacks.

~Darcy's POV~

I've locked myself in the bathroom again.

TW starts here

I want to cut myself so bad. I deserve it. I reach for the nail scissors again, this time with no hesitation. I slice through my skin. It feels so good, but the sight of the blood makes me want to pass out.

I zone out, staring at my wrist for a moment, but then I suddenly come back to reality. I start to hyperventilate and shake.

TW ends here

I think Tara catches onto this, and slides some earphones under the bathroom door. I grab them and play blasting music into my ears, hoping it will calm me down. Fortunately, it does.

I listen to my music for a good 10 minutes. Once I've calmed down enough, I search through the cabinets to try and find a bandage. Sure enough I find one.

I try my best not to look at the cut as I bandage it up, then I open the door.

'Darcy!' Tara yells, as she hears the bathroom door open. 'Hey what's that on your-' She questions, as she points at my wrist.

'Nothing!' I respond.

'Okayyy-'

'Hey, do you have a hoodie I can borrow? I'm freezing.' I lie to Tara. I'm actually really hot after that panic attack. But I need to cover up my wrist.

'Darc, It's 25 degrees (celsius), and it's summer!' She chuckles.

'Please,' I beg.

She walks over to her closet, picks out a green and purple tie dye hoodie, and hands it to me.

'Thanks,' I say as I chuck on the hoodie. 'I should probably go home, -'

'But isn't your mum still mad at you?' She asks.

Yes. Yes she is, but either way I'll be in trouble. If I go home now, she'll get mad for pissing her off again, but if I stay any longer, she'll go crazy. Sometimes I wonder why she gets so mad like It's not like she cares one bit.

'Meh, I'll just lock myself in my room.' I force out a small laugh.

'Okay...' She says, as if that's a bad idea.

She walks me to the front door. As I'm about to leave, she pulls me in for a hug. She hugs me so tight I can hardly breathe. I break the hug, and in the process, she slips a note into the pocket of the hoodie.

I look at her for a moment, I wanna kiss her so bad. 'Thankyou,' I smile to her as I walk off.

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