Come find me •Lovertation•

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 7

A/n: IM SORRY FOR THIS IM VERY SORRY. This is a lot so like be careful reading

TW LIKE SERIOUSLY BEWARE

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Reputation's pov:

I woke up in jax's closet yet again.

One thing that I noticed? My right arm stung. Bad. Very, very bad.

I had a guess, but I decided to look at it. I looked.

fuck.

Blood had coated my entire sleeve, and it had leaked onto the mattress. I glanced at Jaxon, who was fast asleep. I sighed in relief and got up quickly, carefully grabbing my other hoodie and backpack.

I gulped and went to Jax's hallway bathroom. I locked the door and opened the cabinet, grabbing the first aid kit they hung on a nail inside of it. I opened it up, took my hoodie off, which left me in only my sports bra and pants.

I made the mistake of looking up at the mirror. I wasn't looking at the dried blood coating my arm,
Though. I was focused on my figure.

I looked at it. My stomach still had fat, you could see my ribs prominently but not enough. My collarbone didn't stick out enough, my face was too chubby. My eyes trailed to my legs.

My thigh gap wasn't big enough, and despite my arms being long and muscular (shut up), you could still see some fat. It wasn't enough. I wasn't enough, not yet. If I wanted people to like me, I needed to seriously lose some weight.

(Ps, this is not meant to glorify anything! This is just how I believe rep would think. You're gorgeous the way you are, don't let anyone change that!)

I sighed, and turned my gaze away. I turned my gaze to my now bare arm and grimaced.

Dried blood coated my entire arm, and there was bundles of dried blood clots, that I assumed covered up cuts.

I flicked the sink on and ran my arm under water for a minute or so, until the blood had pretty much disappeared, leaving just empty laceration covered flesh.

I opened the first aid kit with a huff through my mouth and started getting to work.

As I got lost in my thoughts, I was snapped out of them by a knock on the door.

"Hello?" I replied shakily.

My arm was pretty much finished so I scrambled and tossed everything in the bin, covering it up with some toilet paper.

"Rep, that you?" Asked the voice of Jaxon.

Fuck.

"Mhm, uh- one second!" I replied, closing the first aid kit and shoving it back on the hook under the cabinet. I quickly threw my hoodie over my head.

I scanned the room one more time, everything was fine. I scanned myself, good.

I unlocked the door.

I opened it and look at him, leaning nonchalantly on the door frame.

"Sup," I said smoothly.

He furrowed his brow and looked at me.

"Why is there blood on the sheets, on your mattress?" He asked confusedly.