Persona || Makoharu || Free!

•That Needs Stiches•

(Trigger Warning: self harm!)

-Makoto's pov-

"Night guys!" I yell as I run upstairs to lock myself in the bathroom. Like every night, I've been considering the thought that I could just end it and get away with it, my parents wouldn't check on me until I wouldn't get up for school the next morning, and by that time, I would be long gone.

But instead, I grab my razor and some tissues. I start at my calf tonight. I find a spot of bare skin and press the blade to it, sinking the pointed end of it in.

A hiss escapes past my lips as I drag it across my skin. The hot pain feels right. I've been itching to do it today. With everyone staring at me and the guidance counselor had to tell me that if I don't shape up, I would be relieved of my captaincy of the swim team.

Swimming is literally the only thing keeping me alive right now. Without it, I have nothing to live for and I am scared that I might actually do something about it. That is something, I consider it as I move to a spot higher up my leg, I am absolutely terrified of dying, scared I might actually do it.

"Damn it!" I cuss, my train of thought getting interrupted by the seeing pain on my thigh.

The razor is half buried in my leg and blood is welling up fast. I quickly pulled the razor out and grab a tissue, pressing it to the long, deep cut. It only takes seconds for it to become soaked through with blood.

My rational brain says, "you need stitches. Go downstairs and get help." I shake my head violently as I press another tissue down.

That was never going to happen... My parents would see everything and they wouldn't take me to the ER they would disown me for being such a disappointment... So then I would have to go to Haru's and then Haru would look at me and in that blunt way say he wouldn't have someone so pathetic as me and close the door on me.

I begin to cry, but the cut won't stop bleeding.

My breath hitches when I get an idea.

Duck tape... Duct tape could stop it.

Quickly, I scramble up and run across the hall to my bedroom as fast as I can to grab the tape that is laying on my desk, and run back to the bathroom.

I quickly wrap the tape over the cut and around my thigh, yanking tight to make sure the flow cut off. Once I am done, I rip the end of the tape off the roll and clean the razor off and throw the tissues away.

I run to my bedroom and sink down in the bed.

That was close... Hopefully I can take the tape off in the morning, the binding makes my leg look weird and I don't want anyone asking about it at the joint Samazuka-Iwatobi practice tomorrow.

I close my eyes, wondering if I could possibly get any sleep tonight.

Probably not...

I sigh as I play with the slightly dirty razor in between my fingers.