-.-Self Harm-.-

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Trigger Warning- Self Harm, Suicide, Depression

A/N: As someone willing to help with these things, I encourage you to put down the blades and think of a healthier way to handle sadness. This depression will not endure, I promise! Scars and suicide are permanent solutions to a temporary problem. Whenever you feel sad, think about what you like to do... Do you like listening to music? Turn on an upbeat song! Love reading or writing? Come on to Wattpad!

I will listen if you need to talk. I can relate and I have helped others.

Trust me, you will find happiness. One day, you could graduate college, get married, have kids. You could go anywhere you want, because as an adult, you will have the freedom to move away from those who bullied or abused you. Set happiness as a goal for yourself. For now, if you are in school, join clubs that have an appeal to you. Join a sport and focus on your life and not the opinions of others. It's hard to shut out so much hate, I know, I really do, but there are always going to be people who mean you harm, but there are more people willing to help.

You've got this!

Dean-

The boy was fourteen years old. Too young, it was all your fault! Silent tears dripped down your face as you turned on the shower and grabbed your razor.

Fourteen lines...

Fourteen years.

The water washed the blood away and you turned off the shower. There was a knock at the door, startling you and causing you to drop the razor, which you forgot you still were holding. Rushing to wrap a towel around yourself, you opened the door.

"Y/n, sorry I-" Dean blushed when he saw you were just wrapped in a towel. "I just wanted to say that you did really good today and it wasn't your fault." His dropped his eyes to the ground, that was when he noticed a slight red stain on your towel by your arm, then the razor on the floor. He stepped forward and grabbed your hand. You flinched, jerking backwards, then cried out in pain. "Y/n-" He looked up with tears in his eyes.

Your walls broke upon seeing his expression and you collapsed into his arms, letting it all out.

"He was fourteen, Dean! He had normal life and I couldn't save him."

Dean sat down with you on the floor and grabbed a bandage from the counter, carefully wrapping your arm. He listened and comforted you as you cried.

"It's okay, Y/n, he is in a better place now. There was nothing you could do, Baby. Just promise me one thing-"

"Hmm?" you sniffled.

"Come to me when you are feeling down, please, I will always be here to help you. I love you, okay, please don't hurt yourself."



Sam-

You shakily raised the blade to your waist and started marking your skin, silent tears streaming down your face. Despite the tears, you felt numb. You were tempted to go deeper, just to feel something...

"Y/n?" Sam knocked at your door and hastily pulled your shirt down, setting the knife on the table and wiping the tears away.

"Come in," you said, masking your voice.

The door creaked open and Sam walked to your side and wrapped his arm around your waist, you stiffened as his arm went over the fresh wounds. Cursing yourself on the inside, you hoped he hadn't noticed, but he did.

Sam let you go and walked over to look you in the eye. A tear dripped down past your cheek, he wiped it away with his thumb. With his other hand he gently rolled up your shirt to reveal both new and old scars.

You lowered your head, not wanting to see his expression. Then you felt his arms around you.

"Y/n, Y/n, Y/n," he sighed, you knew he was holding back tears. "You are such a beautiful, bright girl. I love you so much, please, just come to me whenever you are feeling sad. Please, I can't see you do this to yourself." His embrace left you and you heard him pick up you knife and leave. You heard the entrance door open, then close. You looked out the window to see Sam hurl the knife as far from the bunker as possible. Then he came back to you, pulling you back into his embrace. "You have more possibility than you know. Always keep fighting."



Castiel-

You were sitting in the bathtub, tears streaming down your face. Scars littered your legs and you held up your knife.

"Y/n, don't do it." You jumped at the sound of Cas' voice and you struggled to cover yourself up. Cas stopped you. "You are beautiful, smart, and funny. Don't let other people make you think otherwise. You are perfect the way you are." He reached over and touched your forehead, all wounds healing. "Let me help you," he whispered and pulled you close. "You're not alone."



Charlie-

You reached up to grab a bowl to use for making dinner tonight. Charlie was working behind you, but happened to look up as your sleeve shifted slightly.

"Y/n?" she said, worry in her voice.

"What do you need?" You set the bowl down and walked to her. She rolled your sleeve up so quickly, and gently, you didn't have time to react.

"Why?" she whispered. You just stood there as emotions you barricaded broke through the walls. You crumbled and she held you close. "Y/n, you are worth more than you think. So many love you, trust me, everything will be better. The pain won't endure, I will help you."

She held you close for a bit then spoke again.

"Forget making dinner, we are ordering pizza and watching TV."


Lucifer-

After a particularly rough day, you excused yourself to the bathroom. Once you were safely closed inside, you let the tears start falling.

Everything seemed to be falling apart. All the stress was piled on your shoulders, you thought you couldn't do anything right. You hated yourself, you hated life. There was just so much hate...

You grabbed your razor and pressed it against your skin, slowly dragging it across your arm. The familiar sting tingled across your skin. You gasped, clenching your teeth to muffle the sound. The blood slowly welled up and dripped down into the sink.

"Y/n?" Lucifer knocked on the door. You swore internally. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine," you responded. The door started opening. "Don't-!"

But it was too late. Immediately Lucifer's face fell, he was at your side in an instant. He took the razor from your limp hands and it went up into flames in his hand and slowly melted. You felt the temperature in the room start dropping as he fought back his emotions.

With a shaking hand, he reached out and touched your arm. You watched as your cuts sealed themselves and the scars faded.

"Why? Why do you do this to yourself?"

You couldn't respond to him, so you looked down at the sink.

"No, look at me." He reached over and turned the water on, letting the blood wash away until there was nothing to look at. You met his gaze again. "I want you to listen. You are beautiful. You are amazing. You don't need to worry about not being good enough, you're perfect. You just need to learn how to love yourself. I can't see you destroy something so precious. Just, talk to me, please. I will listen, okay? Whenever you're ready. Please, don't hurt yourself again."

Always Keep Fighting
-Jared Padalecki

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