This is the Last Time [ BELLDOM AU ] [ COMPLETED ]

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Wattpad has been screwing with me...

I had some stuff written down on here and it all disappeared so I had to rewrite it; not knowing what I had put down.

So, Chapter One might be a little screwy but everything else is fine.

Thanks ✨

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Here they come again. The things that I dread the most. The voices. The images. The touches. They all come onto me quickly as I try to force them away. The voices whisper to me incoherent words as the tingles on my skin travel up my arms and back, creating shivers along my body. I look at myself in the mirror in front of me and see the thin blade pressed against my forearm where the scars lay symmetrically and precise.

"Matthew! Finish getting ready! You don't want to be late, do you?" I hear my mother call to me, causing the voices to grow in sound and the figures surrounding me to become darker. Pressing the blade hard against my skin I pull it away and see blood slowly seeping out of the cut. I roll my sleeves down my arm and place the blade beneath a book on the dresser beside me. "Come on!"

Heading downstairs, I see my mother at the front door with a bright smile. I grin back measly and continue walking past her outside towards the car. Getting into the passenger side I wait for her to get in as well. My mum had signed me up for group therapy thinking that it would help, unlike it did the last time I took it and that's where we are heading. Nothing has helped to take away the things in my head that harm me.

"Aren't you excited, Matt? It's a new year and a new class. Hopefully it's better than than the last," mum says as she gets into the driver seat and smile largely at me. I nod my head and hum in an silent agreement as I look out the window. "I didn't care for that anyways."

My mother has always tried to make me feel better ever since our family split up and I was left with her and my brother got to stay with my father. She thought my depression had started then but I have always felt since I was young. I've tried to tell her that I have these things in my head but she dismisses it and sends me off to therapy or makes me take medicine. I just wished she believed me and helped me stop it all.