self harm

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don't you dare ever self harm. it doesn't help, trust me. i have depression too. pm me if you need support.

you sat in the tub alone.

you stared at your left arm. it was littered with red lines. so was the other one.

you had memories. memories of terrible times. memories of people hurting you. war. children crying, left alone on top of the bodies of their murdered parents. stormtroopers shooting endlessly.

the rebellion was your life, but it also took a toll on you.

and so you cut yourself. you thought you could cut the visions, the nightmares, away. but you still saw them. every time you closed your eyes.

sobbing, you continued night after night. you finally stopped a year ago. but the scars stayed.

cassian, your boyfriend, never was told. he never had seen your arms. and you didn't know how to tell him.

so when one day as he was kissing you your jacket fell down, he just stared in stunned silence.

"(y/n)" he said in a shaking voice "what are these?"

"cuts"

"why, (y/n)? please tell me. i need to help you."

tears flowed down your eyes. "i keep seeing people dying. and sometimes you're one of them."

"you'll never lose me (y/n). and i will always protect you."

please i need requests

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