Hometown Heroes; National Nobodies (An All Time Low fanfic)

Chapter 17: Battle Scars

A/N Sorry about not posting as much as I should, writers block and stuff. This chapter is more serious than adventurous so sorry about that, but it needed to be done... Anyway, please tell me what you think, or if you anyone even reads this haha so heres chapter 17!

Brooklyn nine-nine resumed and Alex sat on the couch.

"So... you went in my room?" I asked, I heard him open the door and all the rooms in our house have distinct door sounds.

"Umm yeah how did you know-

"Nevermind that, what were you doing in there?"

"Well, I went to the wrong room and I just looked around at all the things in there. Glow in the dark stars? Really?" he jokingly laughed.

"Well, yeah... I've been in this house my entire life, I dont tend to throw things away or clean things out so I just never bothered getting rid of anything that wasn't garbage."

"Oh that makes sense can I see your wrists?" he said in one breath, it kind of made me jump.

I showed him my clean wrists but tightend the grip on the blanket covering my legs.

"Ok," the worse he could see were the pale white scars. "Show me your legs." I know what he was looking for but seriously? In front of my dad?! I looked over and he wasn't even paying attention.

"Ummmm no." I said scooting over.

"Hope, I just want to see the-

"No go away!" I shouted and pushed him away.

"Hope, come with me I need to talk to you for a minute in privacy." He said. It was weird, I've only seen him this serious once or twice before. It was nice he cared, dont get me wrong, but I didn't want him to care, to see, to talk about it. I just wanted to see parolta and sandiago arest a guy!

"Please, just five minutes?" He asked already getting up.

I hesitated, then stood up, and we walked down the hallway to my room.

"Can we not?" I asked sitting on the bed trying not to stare at the tissue box where I hid my razor blade.

"No, we have to, show me your legs."

"Yeah.... No."

"Hope, I'm not a pedofile! I need to see how bad they are." He sat in a chair and waited.

I finally gave in, he's like a brother to me so I lifted my really baggy pants to reveal god knows how many scars and bruises; red, white, and blue. Some were still fresh from earlier today but I hope he couldn't tell, I saw one that was still bleeding.

"Hope, noooooooooo." he said sitting down really close. He touched them and I flinched, "What have you done to yourself?" I pulled my pants back down over them and he pulled me into his arms. "Please don't do this, please, Hope, you're so much better than this, why do you do this?"

He wouldn't let go and I got more annoyed than sad because I wouldn't want anyone to find my scars, especially Jack or Alex. "Nothing, can we go back to the living room now?"

"Not until you tell me what these are for!" He yelled losening his grip to look at my face.

"Alex, it isnt for a specific reason. Self harming is addicting, You cut because you're angry, depressed, frustrated and desperate, but then you start cutting even without a reason, you only want to feel the pain, to see the blood, to have the scars." I said, I saw that on tumblr once and memorized it to tell anyone who saw them, so they won't have to feel bad, so it  wouldn't be seeking for attention.

"Hope, look at yourself. You don't even have a reason anymore, you're destroying yourself."

I didn't care, I was just done. I walked into the living room to find my dad getting up. "I'm going to bed, I'm tired, you two should get some sleep too. Hope, get him a pillow and a blanket.

Wordlessly I did what I was told and turned out all the lights.

"Hey, Hope?" A voice said through the darkness.

"What?" I answered.

"I want you to know, Jack and I, well, you're like our little sister, we love you and don't want you to hurt. Please try to stop?"

"Ok." I said, I hated talking about this but Alex did comfort me a lot and help me. I hope he doesn't tell Jack...