(A/N; This is only my second X Reader fic, and my first time writing one for Armin. So I apologize if some things seem off, especially during the beginning. Also, this story contains graphic, triggering content such as cutting and suicidal themes, so reader's discretion is highly advised. If that doesn't bother you, read on and I hope you enjoy!)
(Y/N) = Your name
(L/N) = Your last name
(s/c) = skin color
(h/l) = Hair length
(h/c) = Hair color (dyed hair can be used)
(e/c) = Eye color (colored contacts can be used, too)
(f/c) = Favorite color(only used this once lol)
You're wearing pretty much whatever you want, but as for pants make sure you're wearing something above the ankles because it's a bit important to the story.
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You twirled the silver blade between your delicate fingers, eyeing the subtle glint reflecting off of it from the small amount of late afternoon sunlight your (f/c) curtain allowed to peek through your window. Tears soon formed and built up in your (e/c) eyes, blurring your vision slightly as you tugged at the edge of your pant leg.
You shouldn't be doing this...
The muffled sound of your parents arguing from downstairs seemed like it was ringing in your ears, clearly able to make out your stepmother blaming you for ruining your family's weekend, your father quickly sticking up for you. You hated that, you didn't want him to deal with this stress just because you and his new wife weren't on good terms. With your right hand, you held the small razor against your bare (s/c) ankle, the cool sensation of metal pressing into the soft skin.
You know what will happen if someone finds out, right?
With a quick jerk of your arm, you felt the sharp sting of metal slicing through your flesh slowly take hold of your thoughts as you tried to drown out the shouting. Bright crimson blood slowly seeped through the freshly cut slit in your ankle, the edges of the wound gradually reddening.
(Y/N), you idiot... all you do is cause problems for everyone.
The tears in your eyes finally flowed out as the fighting died down and the blood stopped running. Dropping the blade you pulled out of a pencil sharpener, you curled in a ball, your back leaning against your bedroom wall. You held back the sobs as you stifled them in your throat, holding your knees firmly against your chest.
What would he think of you if he knew you did this to yourself?
Just then your cellphone buzzed against the wooden surface of your dresser, and you hesitantly rose to your feet to collect it. Dull pain shot through your left foot as you walked over to your dresser and looked down at the glowing screen.
Subject: Book Club Meeting
From: Armin
Just wanted to remind you that the meeting is going to be in the school's library tomorrow at 1:30... are you doing okay, (Y/N)? You haven't spoken to anyone outside of class all week.
Seen, Sun. at 5:07 pm
Nice going, you dumbass. You made him worry about you. Fix it. NOW.
Wiping your eyes with a small sniffle, you took the phone in your hands and started texting a reply, your fingers moving as if time had slowed down as you thought of what to say. After looking over the text a few more times, you finally tapped the 'send' button, satisfied that it would convince him you're okay.
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