𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐙𝐘 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔| Robby Keene [COMPLETED UNTIL SEASON 6 PART 3]

Chapter Twenty-Four.

chapter twenty-four:
❛ unhealthy habits ❜

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tw: self harm and mentions of drugs

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It had been two months since Cobra Kai was taken down, but the memories of that final battle still haunted Alessia. The image of Kenny executing the "Silver Bullet" on Robby was burned into her mind. She had been frozen in fear that day, only snapping out of it when Robby collapsed to the floor, gasping for air. Alessia had run to him, kicking Kenny in the face and dropping to her knees to help Robby breathe.

She had saved him that day. But in her dreams, she wasn't fast enough. In her dreams, Robby died.

The nightmares came almost every night now, jolting her awake in a cold sweat. She couldn't shake the guilt, the helplessness, the fear. And on top of all that, she was desperately trying to hold onto her sobriety. Her meetings helped, but they didn't stop the weight pressing down on her.

So Alessia found another way to cope-a secret, unhealthy way. It had started accidentally one night during a particularly bad nightmare. She had been clenching her fists so tightly that one of her nails broke the skin on her finger. The sharp pain had been grounding, and in the following days, she began doing it intentionally. When the anxiety built up, she would press her nail into the same spot until it bled. It became a habit she couldn't stop, even though she knew it was wrong.

Her finger always wore a band-aid now, hiding the scar that never had the chance to fully heal. She told herself no one needed to know-not her mom, her sister, not her therapist, and definitely not Robby.

The first day of senior year was supposed to be exciting, but Alessia felt like she was walking through quicksand. Her mind was clouded, her heart heavy.

In the school bathroom, she leaned against the sink, her reflection staring back at her. Her face looked pale, her eyes tired. Alessia's breathing was shallow as her anxiety crept up again.

Just breathe, she told herself, gripping the edge of the sink. But it wasn't enough.

Her hand instinctively moved to her other hand, her thumb pressing down hard on the familiar spot on her finger. The sharp sting shot through her, and a small bead of blood welled up beneath her nail. Alessia exhaled shakily, her heartbeat slowing as the pain distracted her from everything else.