Demigod x Reader

Percy X Reader

Warning: May trigger. Please, if this makes you do anything, stop reading immediately.

As I ran the cool, bronze blade across my skin, blood surged from the cut as I repeatedly struck my skin. A tear and blood concoction stained my jeans and I felt dizzy. I cleaned off my blade and went to wash off blood. As I heard the door open I looked and was stunned. I dropped my dagger when I saw who it was. There, in all his glory, My boyfriend, Percy Jackson. He stood at he doorway as tears rolled down his face. "(Y-Y/n)?" He stuttered. "Percy, its-its not what it looks like." I stuttered out. "Really? Because it looks like my girlfriend is cutting her wrists as a way to cope." He said motioning to my wrists. I rubbed my arms. "Ok, so it's exactly what it looks like. But Percy I swear-" I was cut off. "That you will never do this again, and enjoy life the way it is?" He said and held my face. I nodded. "Good." He said and kissed my forehead. Let's just say, I never touched a knife to my wrists again. 

I know this is really short, but I thought that this was a little tip. If you are cutting please tell someone. You should live life to the fullest. I had a friend who cut. Two actually. I actually tried to cut off my hand with a comb. It sounds impossible but I still have the scar. I love you my peeps. Stay marshamallowy, I love you again and good bye.