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Wesley imagine for Storm ~ Bella

Wesley vibrated the whole bed as he chuckled silently to him self while watching "The Heat". You layed next to him, his arm around your shoulder while you cuddled up to his side. You barley laughed considering you'd seen it 3 times.

Honestly you had no interest in the movie at all.....

You had been 5 months clean and you couldn't stop thinking about it. Now that cutting wasn't really an option suicide was on your mind almost everyday.

When Wesley first found out you cut he forced you to stop, even offered to pay for therapy and other things. You turned them down, knowing it would just make things more complicated.

You knew you had many great things, great things being Wesley and sometimes you even felt guilty.

You looked up at Wesley smiling. Then got up from under him.

"Storm where are you going?" he asked while pausing the movie.

"Babe just gonna go take a shower, I've seen this movie before so you just watch it." You said with a convincing smile.

"Kay" He smiled back.

You grabbed two towels and went into the bathroom. You turned the hot water on and stripped down, then stepped into the shower.

You didn't move, or wash anything. You just stood there...not knowing what to think or do. Was this depression? Being sad almost 24/7 and not having a actual reason why? Never just being happy because?

You looked down at the tiny dark lines on your thighs and wrist. You started going through every memory that was went with every scar. The main reason for the scars was the loneliness...

You and your mind always seemed to be at war when it came to the thought of self-harm and suicide. You always thought you had nothing to be sad for, but at the same time you though you were pathetic and a waste. You didn't have to, there were other ways of dealing with things but...you were hooked on this particular way...

You groaned at how hard you were over thinking things. But then you felt yourself start to cry. You always cried in the shower knowing Wes couldn't hear. God you were so sick of acting happy all the time, especially with Wes. You wanted to pour your heart out to him but were terrified that you would scare him away.

You pulled open the shower curtain, but kept the water running. You, wet and naked, walked over to the drawers under the sink, and found a new razor Wesley used to shave with.

"Just one small cut" you promise yourself.

You sat down on the ground acrossed from the sink.

You took a deep breath and closed your eyes, then pulled the sharp item acrossed your skin.

"That was for the sadness" You thought.

The stink came and went but instead of putting the razor away, you placed it under the new cut and cut once again.

It was for the sadness, the loneliness, how pathetic you were, how pathetic your life was, how you had to pretend to be happy, how you were never happy, how you hurt others, how you-

You looked down at your thigh...

It was a bloody mess, and there were probably ten or more cuts.

"Fuck." You Said rather loud, and ran to get toilet paper. You pressed it to the cuts to stop the bleeding, and massive stinging pain grew on your thigh.

You let out a loud whimper.

"Storm?" you heard Wes's muffled voice through the door.

The door knob wiggled but you had locked it.

"Storm? Are you okay? Let me in." He said.

You were crying, knowing you'd probably get caught. "N-no...I'm fine Wes.." You struggled to say.

"Are you even in the shower? Storm? Storm what the fuck is going on?!"

At that point something clicked in Wes's mind and he began to panic on the other side

of the door.

"Please God no Storm!! Please, What are you doing?!"

The whole time you just sat and cried while holding the toilet paper to your thigh.

When the pounding stopped, you stopped crying and looked up at the door. But then suddenly the door flew open, and Wes ran in.

He first looked at the shower but then scanned the room to find you in a ball on the floor.

"Storm!!!" He kneeled down by you and looked down at the now bloody toilet paper. "Let me see." he said grabbing your hand and lifting it from the toilet paper.

"Wes no..." You barely squeeked out.

He ignored you and lifted the paper from the cuts. He gasped, then water formed in his eyes.

"Babe... why? Why do you have to turn to this?! Why can't you just fucking talk to me?!" He began to yell.

You just looked at him, unable to speak.

"Storm, I mean C'Mon! I've been here the whole fucking time but you never tell me anything. It makes me feel like you can't be open with me!"

"Maybe because I'm afriad your going to fucking get mad and yell asshole!" You spat then got up and walked out of the bathroom.

You weren't actually scared of that, you just wanted to shut him up, he was being a asshole.

You went to the kitchen and got out some bandages and wrappd up your leg. Then leaned against the counter.

You silently sobbed to yourself, this is what you were scared of. He was hurting... because of you..

You then heard soft footsteps behind you, then felt Wes's arms wrap around your waist. His chin wrested on your should and hugged you tighter.

"I'm sorry I yelled... it's just... Storm if I lost you...."

You turn around still in his embrace, and place your finger on his lips.

"Shh....I know... Im sorry...I don't want you to feel the way you do, but it's not easy for me to open up. Just know I love you and that I'm trying the hardest I can..."

You wrap your arms around Wes's neck and he barrys himself in yours.

"I love you so much Storm." He mumbles and hugs you tighter.

"I love you too Wes."

Okie Dok, well I'm sorry if this took forever, haha. My computer broke so I wrote it on my phone...anyways hope you liked it (: sorry we havent been writing lately, but we'll try! like, vote, comment, request yada yada yada.... (: