Jeremey/Mike X Reader; This Girl

Depression

You were scared, Without Jere where would you be? The tears rolled down your face, hitting the table, and slowly dripping to the floor. He sat there and watched even though it broke his heart. "(Yn)" he said as he stroked your hair. An all too familiar mist filled his eyes, "I'm sorry Jere" you cried wiping the tears that would not stop from your eyes. It was too much. And to make matters worse you were crying like a baby in front of Jere.

He tried to calm you down but nothing would work the thought of him made you sad. "(Yn) its getting late. I'll- I'll see you tomorrow." And just like that he was gone. You decided after sitting there crying to go to bed. But first a shower.

-time skip to about 15 minutes-

You had gotten out if the shower and had changed into your pajamas. Well I wouldn't say pajamas but more like a baggy shirt and a pair of sweatpants. You sat in the chair you had pushed against the wall, to think about your future. You got up and leaned against the wall to sulk. 

You heard some shifting and opened your eyes. It was Mike. He had somehow gotten into your room and pushed you against the wall. "Mike what are yo-!" He was kissing you.Mike Alexander Schmidt. Tears rolled down your face as he pulled away, he paused. "IM SO SORRY!" he said as you fell to the floor crying even more. His eyes teared up seeing you like this. "Please just-just leave!" You stammered as you wiped away the tears. Right now you needed to be left alone.

You remembered the old days. As you were just blossoming into a teenager. Your razor collection. The drawer opened, an there it was, the small box of razors.

"Well old friend, I never thought I'd meet you back at your business end." You said to yourself before letting the razor find its way on your arms.