Depression -Prinxiety/Logicality-

Gave In

Sofia's POV:

It been an hour since I fixed Roman. An hour of being in my room. An hour of breaking down.

My room was a war zone. Clothes everywhere, bed flipped, desk in pieces, mirror shattered, curtains torn, window cracked, shelves broken, and...... carpet stained with my own blood.

I sat there, staring at the wall. Thinking of all the wrong I've done. All the sadness I bring to this house.
How weak I am for giving in.

15 years of monthly pain, to give in now. I gave in to the thoughts. I gave in to the voices. I gave in to the cutting. I sat there, in a pool of my blood. My wrists burning, my heart slowing, and vision blurring, but the voices quieting.

Patton's POV:

Sofia had been in her room for about an hour, so I decided to check on her. I walk up to her grey door, and knock.

Knock Knock Knock

No answer.

Knock Knock Knock

"Sofia? You in there?" Still no answer.

I open the door to see the room in complete chaos.

*gasp* "Sofia?! Sofia where are you?!" I scream worried she might be hurt.

"Patt?" A weak voice called from the bathroom.

"OMG!"

I run in, nearly fainting at he sight. She was covered in blood, her wrists with about 10 cuts, and her eyes grayer than ever. She looked on the verge of death.

I rush over to the cabinet and take out the medical kit. I grab a wet rag and start cleaning her up.

"Everything's going to be okay. I promise." I say as trying to make her feel better. She starts crying.

"I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry." She sobs.

"Hey, hey, it's alright. It's not your fault." I assure her.

"Yes it is! It's my fault you were all depressed. It's my fault for not being able to keep my problems to myself." My heart breaks. I never noticed she was pain. I never realized how hard she had it.

"Sofia, you don't have to keep your problems to yourself. You could have told us what was wrong." I take the bandages and start wrapping her arm.

"But they're my problems. Not yours. Only I should deal with the pain." I knew these words all too well. I finish wrapping her arm, and look her in the eye.

"Sofia. What if I told you... you're not the only one?" She looks at me confused.

"What?" She asks.

I pull my pants down and pull up my boxers, exposing my thighs. She gasps.

"Patton~"

"I didn't say anything because I didn't want them to feel the pain that I did. I didn't want them to worry about me." I say as I pull my pants up.

"How long?" She asked softly.

"A few years." I say hesitantly.

"A few years!" She repeats shocked.

"But you never showed any signs of being sad."

"Has Thomas's heart, I share his talent for acting. I fake a smile, force a laugh, and hide it with witty dad jokes." I sigh, finally being able to talk about my problems.

"Well if you ever need someone to talk to I'm always here for you." She says with a smile. I smile back.

"Thank you. And same here. You can always come to me if you want to talk." She nods.