insecurities- bill skarsgard

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by drizzydamn

by drizzydamn

this chapter will contain things like self-harm and negative talk so if that's not for you please don't read.

bills pov
I took an apple out of the fridge and proceeded to walk towards the living room. Maeve had said that she was tired and that she wanted to go to bed early. I walked past our bedroom door and I heard a noise. I stopped and pressed my ear against the cold door. I heard the noise again.

"Maeve?" I asked, as I tried to open the door. It was locked. "Maeve please open the door, what's wrong? Are you crying?" I asked once more trying to open the door again. "I'm fine, go away." I heard her voice breaking when she spoke.

I reached above the door to get the lock pick and I stuck it in the door. I heard her quietly running towards the door. "No stop!-" she shouted. As I opened the door she fell to the floor, tears running down her face. I looked at her and then I noticed the blood on her wrists.

I looked at the bed. The silk sheets were stained red underneath a small pair of scissors. I immediately ran to the bathroom to get a towel. I called 911 and dropped beside Maeve. "Baby. What happened?" I asked, wrapping the towel around her arms. "Why would you do this...you could die!" You spoke out, tears now dropping from your red eyes.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" She screamed, now hysterical. "I'm sorry I'm so sorry IM SORRY!" She continued to yell. "Maeve, listen to me. I need you to calm down and come downstairs with me. I'm going to carry you down and I need you to stay still." I picked her up and carefully walked down the stairs. I lay her on the couch and wrapped her in a blanket. "Here. Drink this. You lost a lot of blood and you're gonna pass out if you don't drink this." I said as I handed her a glass of ice cold water.

The ambulance showed up and they told me that it wasn't that serious so they just started fixed her right on the couch. They told me that a therapist would come every week to do sessions with Maeve. I don't know what got into her.

*timeskip to a minutes after the ambulance left*

"Love? Why did you hurt yourself?" I asked kneeling on the ground next to the couch. She was shill for a few seconds before I saw a tear drop out of her left eye. "Because, Bill. I'm ugly. I'm ugly, fat, stupid, and everything else that could possibly be wrong with a person." She said staring straight up.

I didn't know what to say. I hated it. I hated seeing the love of my life so broken and hurt. "Maeve. You know that's not true. And even if it was I would still love you just as much as I do right now. I need you to know that. You matter, Maeve. To me, to your parents, to your friends, to my friends, and to the world. I don't want you to ever feel this way again. I don't want you to feel like you can't talk to me. I love you, so much and nothing will ever change that. I'll always be here for you." I finished. She turned her head towards me. Her wet face shining in the moonlight that seeped through the windows. "I love you, Bill. Thank you for everything that you do." She said opening her arms. "I love you too, Maeve." I wrapped my long arms around her small torso and didn't let go until morning.