White Lines

Im really sorry for making this chapter.

When Vanz went back to bed, Leah caught Noctis and kept him in the kitchen, "So what's this about suicide?"

"It was a while ago. It's nothing."

"No," she tightened her grip on his arm, "tell me. You lied to me about a lot if you skipped this."

"I didn't lie, I just left it out."

"Why?"

"Because I didn't want you to think I was any more mental than you already did."

"I don't think you're mental. I- I've had my fair share of problems."

She lifted up her shorts to reveal small white scars. There were only a few, but were almost enough to bring tears to his eyes.

"Your legs..." He crouched down and ran his fingertips over the tiny imperfections.

"They're fading. They happened when I was 15 right after my mom died."

"No, no, no, you're supposed to be the perfect one. You're not supposed to be scarred like this."

"They're just proof that something went wrong. It's no big deal."

"Does Vanz know?"

"Of course she knows. I couldn't keep anything like that from her. She's the reason that it didn't get anymore than five or six scrapes."

Leah pulled down her shorts and sighed, I wanted to be numb, that's why I did it. She thought, but she didn't say anything.

She always put her problems second. Always pushed them to the far corners of her mind where no one could reach them. Sometimes it felt like she was dying inside, but on the outside she was happy. She was to the point where she couldn't even be alone by herself because of the depression in her head.

"H-hey, Noctis?" she said as he stood up.

"Yeah? is something wrong?"

"How did you get so numb?"

"Have you ever broke down sobbing after so long of being strong? Crumpled to the floor, hands by your face. Your face scrunches up and you let out that first gasp. You try to be quiet, but eventually it becomes loud, heart wrenching sobs. You cry and cry, so much you can't breath. You ask whoever's up there, "Why? Why me? why this? Why can't I just be dead?" You say you wanna end it all right there and then. You sob, trying to gasp breaths in between. Eventually you completely collapse on the floor, and you just lay there. numb."

Tears rolled down Leah's cheeks. Noctis wrapped his arms around her and kissed beside her ear, "I know you have problems, you just won't say. Why do you think I kiss you so much? It's defiantly not because I'm French." He whispered.

She wrapped her arms around him and sobbed into his neck. "I'm so sorry."

"It's okay, were all a bit fucked up, huh? it's not your fault." He rested his chin on her head and hummed softly, "I'm not going anywhere anytime soon."

"Don't make a promise you can't keep."

"I'm not. Oh yeah, isn't Christmas coming up soon?"

It was already December 1st.

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I know I have a lot of bad things happening but it's to teach people not to judge a person by what they look like or what they say.

Everyone has secrets. Everyone has pain. Some just put others first.

Things will get better. I promise!

Hey Vanz, it went from a cute story to smut and now Vanz is the only seemingly normal one. I mean, Noctis has attempted suicide. Leah has scars on her thighs. Gabriel is a bitch. And Vanz is the glue that holds the sanity in the house together.