*Trigger Warning*
You sit on the tiled floor of your bathroom calmly. A new sense of tranquility easing your mind as you examine the freshly cut wounds on your wrists, sporting dotted crimson colored blood. "That should be good enough." You tell yourself, sighing as you stand up, and walk towards your makeup bag in which you have always hid your seductive little friend, making sure Luke never found him.
"Babe?" Luke's voice calls from where he's been sitting in the living room. "You've been in there for a bit? Are you okay love?"
"O-of course!" You reply back, now pressing a towel on your open wounds in hope that'll control the seeping blood.
"You sure?" Luke's voice asks again, now right outside your door.
"Yes!" You snap. "Now go away!"
"Let me in there Hanna." He asks now, extremely worried as he jiggles the door handle.
"No, go way!" You sob, hearing his footsteps travel to the kitchen and back before he begins working on the doorknob with something of metal.
"Oh my god..." Luke gasps, as he stands in the now, open doorway, butter knife in hand. "What have you done to yourself."
"I-"
"No, Hanna you're to beautiful for this!" He tells you, stepping closer to where you stood and grabs your wrists. "Why couldn't you just have talked to me... instead of doing this to yourself!?"
"I-I don't know Luke!" You sniffle, looking up into his sincere blue eyes. "I don't know."
"Well, now that I do know..." He begins, eyes focusing on your wrists, "About this. We can talk, and I'll even get someone professional to help to if you'd like, okay?"
"Okay..." You whisper back, pulling Luke into your shaky embrace; not knowing what you'd be able to do without him.
Alright, time for my little rant.
As someone who has now made a full recovery from self-mutilation I just thought I'd inform you that any of you can come and talk to me at anytime about any of your problems, I'll listen and try to help the best I can.
You're all stronger than you think you are, and hurting ones self is not by any means the answer. It may feel like it now, and it may make you feel good or 'alive', but trust me in the long run it's only hurting you more. You just can't see the effect at the moment.
Stay strong, and always remember I'm hear rooting for you whether you're close to me or on the other side of the world.
Skylar xx
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