"Why do you always sit out there in the rain?"
"So no one can tell that i'm crying."
⚠️Trigger warning: if you cannot handle subjects such as self harm, strong violence, strong language, or possibly rape, this book is not for you⚠️
"Dan what the hell!" Y/N cries as she walks over to me, almost slipping on the spilt pills lying on the floor.
Burying my hands in my face, I start to sob uncontrollably now, rocking back and forth on my heels.
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"I'm sorry, Y/N. I'm so sorry...i'm so sorry..." I kept repeating over and over, holding my hands over my ears, crying harder now. I kneel onto the floor slowly and pull my knees to my chest.
Wiping the tears off of her face, she crawls over to me and wraps her arms around me.
"Dan why would you do this?" she cries.
I continue to sob, not letting a sound slip through my lips.
"Dan why would you do this??!" she repeats louder.
"I-I-" I stammer, taking in shaky breaths. "I-I thought you h-hated m-me..." I bury my reddened face into my hands again.
"No, Dan. No no no. I don't hate you." she says, looking around at all the spilt pills. They were sleeping pills I had took. My hands were shaking uncontrollably as I was opening the bottle and I had spilt them.
"Did you take any of these pills?" she asks, worry laced in her voice.
I don't answer.
"Dan!" she shakes me.
No words come out of my mouth.
"DAN!" she faces me towards her so i'm forced to look into her eyes.
"DAN TELL ME HOW MANY YOU TOOK-"
"8, I TOOK 8 PILLS!" I scream and bury my face into my hands again. "I'm sorry..." I mumble for like the 10th time.
Her hugging me tightly, we both slowly rock back and forth as I cry into her shirt.
"It's okay Dan..." she whispers as she looks at the pills sprawled out across the floor again. "It's okay..."
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That night Y/N had me stay at her house. I guess she didn't want me to try anything else. I had on my horn-accent hooded pullover because it was a bit chilly.
My mom was working the late shift at work so it didn't really matter anyway.
"Wanna watch a movie or something?" she asks me, plopping down on the couch next to me.
"Can we watch Stranger Things? I haven't finished it yet..."
"Sure!" she says. "I love that series."
Halfway through the 5th episode, Y/N couldn't help but notice that my wrists were exposed. I see her look at them through the corner of my eye.
I quickly cover up the dark lines that are scattered across my wrists and look over at her.
