I know this request is like so unfashionably late but whatever,
After leaving Earth the reader takes up self harm/cutting and monty finds out. (this isn't trying to offend anyone whatsoever or romanticize mental illness/self harm, I have and am currently battling with self harm, eating disorder, and depression myself but yeah read at your own risk.)
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Monty should be gone for another half hour I think to myself sitting on the closed toilet lid contemplating weather I have enough time to give into my addiction or not.
Just one more time then I'll stop for real this time I think to my self rolling back my long sleeve to see all of my fading scars and fresh cuts from recently.
I grab the blade from the counter and begin to cut my forearm as i hear the door open to our room and before I can stop it he sees me "What the hell y/n!" he yells running over to me, he snatches the blade from my hand sets it on the counter and grabs my arm in one swift motion.
"Monty." I gasp not knowing what to say, I try to move my arm away but he only holds it tighter "Stop let me look at it." He orders before I willingly give him my arm hiding my face with my other hand.
"How long has this been going on?" he asks grabbing a rag and putting pressure on the wound "About two months." I whisper softly "Two months!" he raises his voice "I'm so sorry Monty" I cry while he pets my hair and we wordlessly fall into a position where he's sitting against the bathroom wall and in sitting my back on him in-between his legs as he puts pressure on my arm.
"I'm sorry." I whisper agin holding back tears "Just be quiet okay." He demands "I can't loose you too okay, everyone else dies or leaves, I need you." He says raising the rag to asses the damage it's not to bad, not to deep.
"Monty I don't know what to say." I say quietly before he raises the cut to his mouth sucking up some off the blood "Ew don't do that it's gross." I say pulling my arm back "Your right it is gross you mutilating yourself." He retorts "Promise me you won't hurt yourself agin." He demands "I promise."
Sorry this ones not that long I've just been busy.
