Jopper: one shots

Princess, princess 1/2

TW: mentions of self harm, skip if that triggers you! ❤️

"Where are you going?" Hopper said to her as he grabbed her wrist. Joyce winced as he grabbed it.
"Bathroom." She fake smiled. Hopper looked down at her wrist. "What?" She said pulling her sleeve farther. He gave her a look before releasing her arm.

As she closed the door behind her she slowly rested her head on the door. Her knees curled up to her chest. your so ugly, not to mention your fat, hoppers so unlucky to have you. The thoughts filled her head as she reached for a razor. She shifted to be against the bathtub, tears formed as she slit her wrists, from top to bottom. She smiled as the blood trickled down her arm onto the floor. She suddenly felt better. knock, knock. Came from the door. "Uh- just a minute!" She said sniffling. "Joyce? You alright?" He said opening the door. shit! "Yeah I-" She scrambled to clean the blood and her arm.
Hoppers mouth dropped as he saw the mess od her arm.

"Joyce! What- what are you doing?!"
"Nothing I had a cut!" He grabbed her by the arm to reveal fresh scars, and old ones. "Joyce.."
She looked at him. Right in the eye. "You don't get it." She ran off too her room. Shutting the door behind her. She curled up into her bed, secretly hoping Hopper would come. Hopper went to the bed.
"I dont get it. But I do get you. Whats wrong, why are there so many cuts."
"I dont know." Joyce says wiping her tears, staring at the wall.
"Why? Joyce I just dont understand why you would do that."
"Because-" She hoped Hopper would interrupt her so she wouldn't have to continue. He didn't. He waited silently.
"Because, it makes me feel things. It stops the thoughts in my head, they stop." She turned her head to him. He looked hurt. His eyebrows dropped and he frowned. He grabbed her cheek, and wiped her sudden tear.
"Oh Joyce." He said as he brought her into a hug. Her cries were quiet but loud in his ear. He rested his hand on the back of her head.
"When did this start?" He said lightly pulling away.
"A while back." Hopper gave her a look a look that said 'How long ago?'
"Since- since, highschool."
"Joyce. My gosh, why?" He said hoping not to overstep.
"I just- I-" She looked deep into his eyes. He looked back, at her beautiful aburn, brown eyes.
"When you started dating Chrissy."

Me Hopper looked at her in despair.
"Is it because of me? Is it me? Im so sorry Joyce I- I didnt know I was hurting you-"
"No Hop. It wasn't you. It was never you. It was Chrissy."
"What'd she do?" Hopper looked at her softly running his hands through her hair.
"She just used to leave notes in my locker, like 'your ugly' or "jim chose me' or something like 'your not skinny enough for a boyfriend' it just got to me. So those voices went to my head and I just cut, and cut and cut." Her tears still fell, her voice a bit mumbly.
"Why did you never tell me?" He grabbed her cheek once more. His thumb rubbing against her cheeks.
"Because I figured you wouldn't care. I mean really you wouldn't have. You had all you needed."
"Joyce if you ever feel like this again." He said revealing her scars all along her wrists before she quickly covered them again. "Tell me please. I don't want you to hurt yourself." He in some way understood what she was going through. She must've cut anytime she heard those voices where as he just drank the days away anytime he felt bad.
"But I dont know how to stop the voices, if I dont cut I dont stop the voices." She cried out to him.
"Talk to me. Honestly cut me-" Joyce winced as he said that.
"Hop." She looked at him gently.
"Come talk to me please?"
She faked a smile "Okay."