Aphamau OneShots

Scars. Laurence x OC

Again, trigger warning.

Lucille slams her door shut, not even knowing that her boyfriend was in the living room. She runs up the stairs with tears in her eyes as Laurence follows her. She shuts the bathroom door and locks it, beginning to sob. It had happened again. She dropped her Diary and some kid picked it up and read all of her personal stuff before teasing her about it. And that was all during Cooking club. She heard the knocking on the door. The doorknob jiggling and her boyfriend's plea to let him in. She searched through the cabinet under the sink for the item she was looking for. And she found it. In the same place it's been hidden. A razor blade. She cut it across her skin, watching the blood drip onto the tiles. She cut open old scars and made new ones. She had a note that she keeps in her favorite black notebook and had set it where her family could see it. She opened the medicine cabinet and found her anti-depressants. These helped her, right? She was struggling to open the bottle with her sweaty and shaky hands. She heard the door handle jiggle again as she got the bottle open. But before she could even get one pill into her hand her boyfriend, who had picked the lock with a paperclip, knocked the bottle out of her hand and hugged her. She gripped onto him for dear life, sobbing. He stroked her long blonde hair, starting to cry himself. She began saying something about her scars. He pulled her out of the hug, taking her hands into his and beginning to clean them. He planted a light kiss on each of them before kissing her. He didn't care about the scars that were forever imprinted on her wrists. Even in public. While they would stare he'd just lovingly embrace his now wife. She would smile and pick her four year old up for her daddy to carry. She was pregnant with a baby boy and had a baby girl already. The scars didn't affect her family. It reminded her of days when she was trying to get stronger. Now she's happy and so is he