ANOTHER TRIGGER~please do NOT read if this makes you uncomfortable
(Y/F/N=your friend's name)
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*Just one more* You thought to yourself, dragging a jagged piece of glass across your stomach. Your eyes were squeezed shut in pain as the warm blood dripped down your belly. "Y/N?" A voice called. You sat up straight in shock; Ashton wasn't supposed to be home this early. Scrambling to hide your shard, you quickly wiped your stomach clean and put on a fresh shirt just as he walked in. "Hey, baby! I missed you today, so I just had to leave early to come see you," he squealed, pulling you in for a tight hug and a kiss to your lips. You accidentally let a wince slip when Ashton slammed your stomach into his for the hug. "Are you okay, sweetie?" He asked, concern lacing his voice. You nodded, but your eyes widened in fear when you saw maroonish stains dotting Ashton's shirt. Looking down at your shirt, you saw the same maroonish stains speckling your own shirt. "What is this, Y/N?" Ashton asked curiously, inspecting his shirt closely. "Oh, uh...well when I hung out with Y/F/N, we made some, uhmm...brownies and I guess I got some of the mix on my shirt," you stammered nervously. Ashton brushed it off. "Alright then, let's say we go change our dirty shirties and we can watch a movie after!" He giggled, taking your hand and leading you to the bedroom the both of you shared. You grew more and more worried as Ashton removed his shirt and put on a fresh one. *But I'm still bleeding* you thought, and your face showed it. "Y/N," Ashton called, reaching a hand out to you. "What's the matter, baby? Here, I'll help you change your shirt," he offered, and he lifted your shirt. Immediately, his face dropped. "Y-Y/N..." Ashton trailed off; you could almost feel his eyes on your stomach. "Please. Tell me when you did this to yourself. And don't...don't b-bullshit me, Y/N," Ashton begged, tears brimming his eyes. "Right before you got home," you whispered. Sinking to the floor, you let a few tears escape before huge racking sobs overtook your body; you shook so hard. "No! Please, Y/N!" Ashton shouted, dropping to his knees and wrapping his arms around you. "I'll help you through this," he promised. Ashton gently removed your shirt and kissed all your scars. Over the next two months, Ashton helped you to stop hating yourself and to believe that he loved you.
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his is longer bc it needed a bit more detail
like i said earlier, do not hesitate to inbox me if you want to talk. i wanna be there for you, and if you;re willing to accept my help i will gladly help you.
i love you all. more than you think
-Anna :-)
