Mutilate

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Damian leaned against her closed and locked door, "Princess, you have to come out. It's been five days." He still heard her interminable cries. He stood silent, listening to what she was doing inside her room. Damian heard a faint 'shit' and the dropping of a small, metal object. Rolling his eyes, he typed in the override code. "Rachel I-" The sentence was never finished. In front of him was a terrible sight. His loves face filled with pain and worry. Her arms reflecting what she wanted to say, but couldn't. The demon spawns face drained of color as he stood looking at Raven's bleeding arms. "Why?" The boy spoke timidly.

The half demon slowly reached for the tool, her eyes still locked with his. "Put. That. Down." Damian's voice was the most stern it had ever been. "Do you know how idiotic this is? Are you aware of how this makes me feel?" He questioned her with a demanding tone. She looked away from him afraid of his reactions. He came up to Raven and pulled her back into her chair, "Look at me!" He cried. The mages arms now rested in his hand.

He used his free one to run through his semi soft hair. "How could you do this to me?" He wanted to know her reasoning behind it so badly. "I don't understand.." he looked pleadingly into her shiny eyes. "Depression..I didn't want to tell you because you'd hate me. And I think you do." She explained herself to him.
"What? Princess I'd never hate you." He began. "I just hate that you did this. I'm not going to press you to tell me why you're sad, but I encourage you to." She nodded in understanding what he said. He studied her arms and noticed that she had been keeping her self mutilation free of bacteria. It seemed like she cleaned the wounds once a day, if not twice.

He kissed her cuts. Showing her that he still cared for her. He sighed, "How long?" She thought for a moment, "Uh..a month I think." His eyes widened. "You've..a month." He choked on his words. Not knowing what to say. How could he not feel her emotions? Why didn't he catch on as quickly as he should've? There were so many questions running through his corrupted head. "Dame?" He looked up to his nickname. "I need help.." His facial expression was now very worried. "Help me.." she said so quietly before she feel into his now open arms. She sobbed on his shoulder while he spoke sweet words to her and planted soft loving kisses on her face. "You'll be okay princess..don't worry. I'm here."