Broken Heart (Scirstie FanFic)

Chapter 8: Relapse

A/N: Hiii so sorry this is so short and I haven't updated in a while but I've been kinda busy because I have school and band practice and I babysit. I just wanted to update so here ya go. Byeee ☺️😁👋

Trigger Warning

1 Week Later

(Scott's POV)
I woke up in my house and realized that Kirstie wasn't beside.
I got up and walked down stairs and still didn't see Kirstie anywhere.
"Kirstie!?" I yelled getting worried.
I saw a piece of paper on the counter.
It was a note from Kirstie and she said that she went to get Starbucks for us.
I smiled and walked to my room to get dressed.
When I walked into the bathroom, I saw a hole the the wall.
I looked inside and it was bloody knifes and blades.
I covered my mouth in horror.
I thought Kirstie said she was going to stop.
She needs help. I need to get her help.
"Scott! Honey, are you up?" I heard Kirstie yell from downstairs.
I wiped away the tears that had fallen from my eyes and slowly walked downstairs.
"Yay, you're up. I don't have to wake you. I got you a oh my god! Scott what's wrong?!" She asked worriedly and ran up to me.
"Why don't you tell me?" I said and pulled back her sleeves.
I saw wounds and scars all the way up her arm.
She snatched her arm back and backed away.
"Why are you doing this, Kirstin!? Again, you said that you would stop!" I yelled and walked towards her.
"I-I-I..."
"You you you what? Huh? Tell me what is wrong in your life and I will try my best to fix it!" I said and grabbed her hands.
She shook her head and snatched her hands back.
"I want to be loved!" She yelled and ran to our room.
"Kirstie!" I chased her, but wasn't fasted enough.
She locked herself in out room which made me worried because the blades are in the bathroom.
"Kirstin, you know I love you... Please open the door."
"No! You're lying! I'm tired of being lied to!" I sighed. Why on Earth would she think I don't love her?
"Kirstin Taylor Maldonado, you know I love you. Now let me in or I'll let myself in." I said.
She stayed silent.
"Kirstie?" I knocked on the door, starting to get worried.
"Kirstie!?"
I stared to bang on the door.
"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my gOD! KIRSTIN!" I yelled extremely worried.
I finally broke the door open and ran to the bathroom.
I found Kirstie there cutting into her arm with the razor.
"KIRSTIN!" I said and grabbed the razor from her.
"H-H-Hey give it back!" She said with tears streaming down her face.
"Why are you doing this to your self?" I asked while approaching her.
"Because I'm ugly, and fat, and no one loves me and no one will ever love me!" She screamed backing away from me.
"That's not true... You're the most beautiful person on this planet. You're body is perfect. And I love you, your friends and family love you, the fans adore you."
"Stop lying to me!" She screamed and tried to run past me.
Luckily, I grabbed her and wrapped my arms around her shoulders.
"Shhh..." I said and tried to calm her down.
We slower made our way tot he floor.
"I'm worthless. No one loves me. I need to die." She kept repeating.
"I love you. I love you. I love you." I kept saying into her ear.
After a while, she calmed down.
I kissed her head and stood up with her in my arms.
I set her up on the counter in the bathroom beside the sink.
"W-What are you d-doing?" She asked as I got the first aid kit out of the cabinet.
"I'm gonna fix your arm." I said and she stayed silent.
I put some antibiotics on the wounds and put bandages on them.
Once I was done, I put my hands on the counter.
One hand on each side of Kirstie and sighed.
"Kirst, you can not keep doing this." I said as serious as I could.
"I'm trying."
"Please try harder." I said and looked up at her.
She sighed and shook her head.
"I'm gonna get you help." I said.
"What!? No! Scott, they're gonna take me away and lock me away in a white room in a straight jacket and and and-"
"Hey... no they're not. You're gonna go to a therapist and I'll even go with you. You're not in this alone. I'm here. We're in this together. Okay?"
She slowly nodded.
I pecked her lips and she looked at me.
She then caressed my cheeks and brought me into a deep, passionate kiss.
We both pulled away for air.
"I love you." She said, barely above a whisper.
I kissed her.
"I love you too. Forever and always." She side smirked.
"Can we go downstairs now? I'm hungry." She whined.
I laughed and wiped away the tears that were still on her face.
"Sure." I said and we both went downstairs to eat.
I really do hope she stops and she believes that I love her because I really really do.