Our Time, so let's have fun! (Mileschronicles x Reader)

Through hell and back

This was requested by: @brinannnna_bread's

Request: Can you please do one where reader is being abused by her parents and starts self harming and cutting and is in the midst of trying to hang herself from a tree in her favourite park at midnight when miles is going for a midnight walk and finds her just in time. They take her under their wing and help her become stable again? Sorry if that's super depressing and too detailed but it'd be great if you could do that🙂.
Warning: strong language, self harm, depression, abuse, and suicide attempt. Also possible slight smut I guess?? Not really but like just go with it.
If you are sensitive to any of these please don't read. Also the reader will be more feminine because the request does mention the requester as female. You are free to change some things in your head I'm just giving u a head up.

And remember u r all worth it❤️ if I could I would adopt all of u
then put u in boxes and ship u to Madagascar. Jk jk. I love u all❤️

Dark. Deep. Crimson.
I watched blood stream down my freshly cut arm. "Fuck you," I whispered dragging the blade across my soft skin again.

"Worthless, pathetic, faggot." I repeated over and over again. I watched the bathtub fill up with fresh red blood. I laid my head back and let tears stream down my face. My wrist burned from the fresh wounds that seemed to pile up over old still healing scars.

"Just a faggot." I mumbled to myself letting my eyes close. The world became black as o felt myself pass out from the loss of blood. Letting my heavily clothing weigh me down.

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"Wake up you fucking whore. You have school to get to." My mom said yanking my hair.

I yelped trying to get away from her. I could smell the alcohol dripping from her breath as she held a firm grip on my scalp. I cried lightly making her sneer.

"Shut the fuck up you little slut and get dressed."

With that she was gone.

I scrambled to my door and locked it as quickly as I could. I grabbed a pair of sweat pants and a baggy sweat shirt to cover my arms and legs. I looked in the mirror grabbing my brush/comb to detangle my messy long/short/medium hair. I felt tears slip down my cheeks as I noticed the black and blue bruise forming under my jawline towards my left ear. I set my brush/comb down and ran my fingers over the nasty memory. I let more tears fall from my broken eyes that once shined a vivid (eye color/colour)  but now were a foggy mess of hatred. I let out a scream and smashed my fists against the mirror watching the glass shadier and crack before me.

"shit.." I mumbled looking at the mess I made.

"YN! what the hell was that you little fucker! I swear if you broke anything I'll fucking break your neck you little sluty whore!" My mother yelled with a slight slur in her voice.

'I'm so fucking dead' I though looking at the shards of glass surrounding the sink. I shighed grabbing a towel and sweeping the shards of glass into the trash.

"Bitch! It's time to go! Your bus is here! Hurry your ass up or else!" The hag screamed aka my mother.

I whipped away my tears and grabbed my backpack, slipped on my shoes and left without a word.

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I soon arrived at my hellish school in which I knew wasn't much better than home. I pretty much kept the nicknames such as 'hoe, whore, slut, bitch. faggot, etc.' I also continued getting harassed and assaulted by my peers. The thought made me grip the straps of my backpack tighter while lowering my head. I speed walked to my locked and quickly took what I needed and headed to my homeroom.