Chapter 5 (edited)

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*TRIGGER WARNING*

Self harm and suicidal thoughts.(I'll put a warning before it starts)

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"Um, n-no thanks. My house is j-just a few blocks away..." "Ok then. Well, see you around y/n" I waved goodbye to the brown-eyed boy and continued on my way home. I arrived outside my door in what seemed to take forever. I was standing right outside it looking for my keys when I heard something from inside.

"...Why can't we just leave. You know you don't want to be with here, so why don't you just come with me?" a female voice said. "Don't worry babe. I have a plan to leave her and then it will be just us two" I heared a male voice talk. Probably Mike's...

Tears started streaming down my cheeks and with no second thoughts, I opened the door. "Y/n!" Mike yelled from the couch. "This is her?! I thought you could do better Mikey..." the red-headed, and kinda familiar girl said. "Y/n, let me explain." he pleeded like anyone who would have been caught in such situation would say. Then it hit me. That girl, the one who was at the plane. It's her. She was there. I started crying louder while I walked upstairs in my room. I got in the bathroom and locked the door behind me.

*Warning starts here*

You open the cabinet under the sink and pull out a blade you hid when you where taking a shower earlier. You sit on the floor, still crying, and rolled up your sleeve. You started slowly and not too deep. I didn't hurt as much as it did the first few times, beacause as you keep doing it more and more, you get used to the pain. After seven light cuts, you felt like it was time to go deeper. So you did. You started pushing the blade more, making blood come out twice as fast as it did before. Your tears were rolling on your hand and in the cuts making the pain feel more acute. You didn't care. You kept going.

'Why don't I just end it all here?' you thought to yourself every second that flew by. 'I don't deserve living' 'There is no point in living for me' 'Why haven't I killed myself already?' are things you'd also think in these kind of times.

Then, everything went from blurry to dark...

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