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You Find Out They Self-Harm

*Trigger warning: This is hard for me btw*

|Rena| 

You're sitting on the couch with your girlfriend, Rena. Soon enough, watching TV and cuddling turns into a hot make-out session. You start to take her t-shirt you look down at her stomach. ''Rena. What's this?'' You ask, sitting back to look at her stomach.

"Nothing." She says, grabbing her crop top and pulling it down over her stomach.  

"Rena, please. You know I know exactly what that is."
She sighs and starts to wrap her arms around her stomach and looks down. 

"Rena. You don't need to hide these from me."She keeps looking down. 

"I don't know what to say." She whispers.

"Me neither.... Why?"

"Hate. People told me I should cut so I did."

"Rena. No one deserves this. You especially don't. I've watched you save fans' lives. You are the least deserving person of all of this. Please stop Rena. I'll be here for you no matter what but I don't want you hurting yourself. How about we make a deal. For every week you go without harming yourself ill do whatever you want me to." You say, grabbing her arms and raising them of her stomach, lifting her t-shirt up and kissing her scars. 

"I love you so much.'' She whispers.

"I love you too" You whisper back, kissing her lips again.

|Nia|

You walk into your girlfriends house and all the lights were switched off, which was unusual because her car was parked in the drive way, so you knew she was in. 

You walked up the stairs, it was still silent until you started to get near the bathroom, you heard sniffles and you began to worry. 

''Nia?'' You whispered as you opened the door to see her bent over the bath, cutting her arm with a razor. 

She turned around and looked at you, more tears spilling out of her eyes, the razor still in her hand. 

You walked over and took the razor out of her hand being careful not to cut yourself too, placing it on the sink worktop and moving back to her, taking her wrist and pressing a towel to it to stop the bleeding. 

''Why?'' You asked her, towel still pressed to her wrist. 

''Because i hate myself..people hate me...i can't cope.'' She cried, clinging onto you. 

''Nia, don't listen to anyone that says that, you're perfect in every way possible, and i love you so much.''  

Nia looks you in eyes and crashes her lips onto yours, you kissing back. 

''Promise me you'll never do this again'' ''It's hard though Y/N'' ''Well i'll be here to support you all the way'' ''Thank you, i love you'' ''I love you too'' 

|Miranda|

"Miranda, why do you need a lighter?" you ask as you put some more stuff in boxes. You're finally moving in with her, and by that, it means that you're both moving into a new house together, so today is the day to pack up her stuff.

"Oh. I think that's Casey's." She says.

"You sure? I've seen his. It doesn't look like this." you say, setting it down and putting more stuff into the box.

"Yeah yeah I'm positive." She says, walking out of the room.

"Where ya going?" you ask.

"Um... bathroom." She stutters, closing the bathroom door.

You pick up the lighter. You didn't really care that She had one, as you knew that the band have smoked, but Miranda didn't need to lie.  You walk towards the bathroom to confront her again when you hear the window open.

"Miranda?" you ask through the door.

You don't hear a response.

You open the door and see Miranda standing on the window ledge.

"Miranda?" you ask, starting to cry.

She turns and looks at you.

"Please..." you beg.

You see a tear stream down her face.

"Miranda, please come back. I didn't mean to push about the lighter. I'm sorry."

"You're just better off without someone like me."

"What do you mean?"

"I just.... The lighter is for something else."

"Miranda..."

"No please. It's not easy to share."

"I know it isn't."

"How?"

"What do you think I always buy razors for?"

"Y/N...." She whispers, getting off the ledge, running over to you, and hugging you.

"I didn't know" She whispers.

"I know, it's just hard not to sometimes."

"How about everytime one of us gets to the point that they need to... you know... we tell the other person and the other person has to stop them."

She finally releases the hug.

"I like that idea." She says, smiling, a genuine smile, then leans in and kisses you.

|Casey|

"Casey, where's your laptop?" you scream from the bedroom upstairs.

"In the top drawer of the desk!" he yells back.

You already looked there, but you look again. It's still not there. You start to open all the other drawers, when you see a piece of paper with scribbled handwriting and water drops on it. You pick it up and start to read it. You can't believe what you're reading. You sit down on the bed. 

"Y/N, what are you doing?"

"I'm... umm..."

"Can I have that back?" he asks.

"I don't want you to have this." you say as you feel a tear drip down.

"It's mine."

"It doesn't have to be this way, Casey."

"It's hard having hate sent your way all the time Y/N. Sometimes I just can't handle it."

"But you could've told me. Instead of writing a letter just in case you take it too far. I don't know what I'd do if you left Casey. Please stop harming yourself. You're better than the haters, Just please stop doing this."

"It's harder than it seems."

"I'll be here for you, I promise. If you ever feel like you need to, just tell me. I'm here."

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I have used another preference a lot with this one, just because i have writers block but i have tried to make it my own as much as possible. 

Nia's is literally my own, just the odd few words. 

Anyway i hope you enjoy it and btw this is the longest preference ive ever wrote! 

Thanks for over 35o reads! 

Stay fab,

i love you,

Faith xox

(P.S. MIRANDA NOTICED ME ON TWITTER AGAIN TONIGHT (Twitter: FaithAmyProctor)