I'm Here For You (SelfHarm!Reader x Death the Kid)

(y/n)- your name
(w/f)- weapon form
(s/n)- sister's name
(b/n)- brother's name
(h/c)- hair color
(h/l)- hair length
(f/c)- favorite color)

Drip Drip

The blood flows out of my arm, as the knife is dyed crimson with my blood. It's always been like this, I put on a mask with a smile around others as my crippling burden is released when I'm alone.

My arms are littered with cuts, some new, some old, and the ones that I've just put on myself. They don't hurt anymore... I've gotten used to the feeling, but when the knife leaves my skin it hurts just as bad as the first time. I put the knife down and stare at my arms.

They aren't clean as they used to be.

3 Years ago... It all began three years ago...

~Flashback~

"IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT! YOU BITCH!" She screamed while throwing an empty glass water at your head. She missed as she was drunk, though she was always drunk. I hope my little brother and sister stay in the closet I put them in, I don't want her to kill them. She fell flat on her face, but had managed to cut my leg, to the point that you could see the bone. I didn't wince, she's cut me and abused me so much, I can't feel anything. "IT'S YOUR FAULT THAT HE LEFT ME! IT WAS ALL YOU!" She managed to get back up and hit me, many times. On my face, legs, back, anywhere basically. My arms couldn't fight back, so I let her do so.

Just like always.

I would rather her hit and abuse me, rather than my siblings. They're only 8 and 6 years old, they don't deserve to be treated like this. They smile and worry over me, but I shake it off. They always tell me to hit her back, but it's useless. She'll never listen, she'll never stop. It's her own damn fault he left, not mine.

It's my fault. It's my fault that my siblings live in fear. It all my fault!!

She staggers out the door again, to do who knows what. She only smiles at my defenseless body, and says the following words:

"You're a piece of shit. You can't even protect your so-called "reason to live"! hahahaha!" She laughs like a serial killer and my eyes widen as I realize what she means.

No no no no no no! They can't be dead! I locked that closet so she couldn't get in! I took every precaution I could to save them!

I stop at the closet door, and my legs give in as my injured leg refuses to stand any longer. There's a puddle of crimson liquid seeping through the door. I quickly unlock the door only to see two tiny defenseless bodies, they're covered in blood, covered in cuts, covered in gore.

"(s-s-s/n).... (b-b-b/n)... I w-w-was too late!" I wail as I hear two weak voices call my name. "(y-y-y/n)... d-d-don't... cry..." their voices fade a bit, and I get up in order to see them smile weakly. "(s/n)! (b/n)! Don't talk! Just stay with me! I'm sure I can get you to live!" I wail again as their hands lift weakly to grab my hand, in the process covering my hands with their blood. "n-no... don't cry... over... u-us. Smile... for... us... (y-y/n)." They tell me as tears fall down my face. "Shut up! You'll live just don't leave me!" I scream in agony as their tiny weak voices fill my ears with their last words.

"P-p-please f-f-find... happiness... (y-y/n)... don't c-cry... be s-s-strong... for...us..."

Their eyes now a flat grey, as I rise with my leg no longer in pain. I slowly make my way to the bathroom to bandage my leg. I stare at my reflection in the mirror. My (h/c) (h/l) messy with hints of blood in it. My face covered in some bruises and tiny cuts. My hands...

I laugh madly was I cup my face in my hands, smearing the blood from my beloved siblings. "My dear (s/n) and (b/n)... I promise that'll kill that bloody whore... for you guys! I'll do it all with a smile... for you guys." I grab a nearby knife, but let it go, as I'm a weapon... a (w/f) to be exact. The perfect weapon to end her pitiful life.