Warning: May triger you...Don't read if you get trigered.
You ran home. You have nobody except for...
Michael!
But you didn't want to invite him yet, you wanted to be alone. All alone. To think nobody to stop you from your addictions. Nobody.
You go into your bathroom, grab a rasor throw it agianst the wall causing it to brake, blades falling everywhere. You grab one.
I missed you. You say. Calum would always stop you, hug you and tell you it's okay. Right now, though he is with Jocelyn. And it's great.
You cut as deep as you can. About 30 times on the left arm. You never cut on the right arm. You write with that one. That one was dominant. You jeeded the strongest one to hurt you.
After you do that you curl up in a ball and cry, cry and cry.
You reach into your cabinet to get the pills. You want to die.
Arms reach behind you pills falling all over the place. The unknown arms hug you and take you on the bed and throw the pills in the garbage.
"DO YOU REALIZE WHAT YOU JUST DID?!" You reconize him...the hair, the tattoos...
Michael.
"Shhhhhh, it's okay, Y/N." He says tearing up. It hurts him to see you like this. You are in a bunch of tears. He grabs you by the hand takes you, cuddling.
"It'll all be okay."
