Tsukiuta one shots!!

You x reader: Why are you bleeding?

Warning: This may be a little violent.))

     "Why are you bleeding?" His question rung in your ears menacingly. You unconsciously placed a finger to your lip, pulling away to find your finger painted in a crimson liquid. Crap. You didn't wash it all away! You were done for! As you internally reprimanded yourself, you involuntarily began to scrape away at your forearm. Rugged and scratchy scrapes began to form as you attempted to formulate a proper response for your beloved, who was quickly growing impatient with your lack of answer. "I...bit my lip. That's all." You turned away swiftly, applying pressure to your minuscule wound. "I'll go clean it up." Before he could protest, you were gone.

     You fumbled with the toilet paper, your less than graceful fingers easily ripping right through the delicate material. Tears were gathering at the corners of your eyes in a rather unsightly manner. You didn't want to cry. You had cried too much for your liking. You wanted to be a strong, independent individual. For yourself. Though it seemed like you were failing at that currently. "I can't even wipe up a bit of blood right." You shook your head and looked in the mirror. What had once been the reflection of a confident and loving human being now seemed to be a scared and pathetic little child. "Oh what have I become." You question yourself, biting your lip in a failed attempt to keep up the fading facade of "I'm alright." You definitely were not alright.

     You bit back the various sobs and wails that threatened to pass your lips, wanting to remain strong. "You don't have to hold back." You gasped loudly, turning around to meet the hazy and saddened eyes of your lover. Also, that you had failed to do even a simple task like shutting the door. You quickly rubbed some of the tears away from your eyes, wanting to at least look decent, though all that seemed to do was smear blood across your face. "My favorite, what happened to you?" Yōu whispered sadly, cautiously bringing his hand up to brush some of your tears away. You just let him, know you had met defeat. There was no use in hiding your pain now. Not when he had such an affect on you. So, you cracked.

     Hope was such a fragile thing, wasn't it. One of the cruelest concepts on Earth. You definitely knew this. Your hope had been squashed as easily as it had been placed within you. And now the remnants of your hope were seeping slowly down your cheeks as you cried and cried. Yōu had noticed something was wrong, the blood on your lip had only confirmed it. So now the jig was up, you told him everything. Including the people who did this to you.

     Your hope stemmed from a job offer. This particular job was one you had worked extremely hard for, so you could only imagine your delight when you had finally gotten the offer. But, your feelings of accomplishment and determination were soon fragmented. They hit you. When you didn't do something right, they slapped you, punched you, whipped you until you did get it right. Said it was "for your own good." And you were stupid enough to believe it.

     "Why didn't you tell me?" Asked the concerned young man. "Am I not trustworthy enough?" He worriedly questioned. "I...I..." you struggled to find your voice for a moment before looking at him once more. "I wanted it to be a nightmare. I wanted to believe I would just...wake up and be happy. I had worked...so so hard. I just...just wanted to be able to finally say "Good job, me!" Your voice cracked on several occasions, the only thing holding you together was your stubbornness. Until he hugged you. "Don't hold back. It isn't healthy." And so you cried and cried and cried. You cried until you couldn't cry anymore. And he didn't criticize you, nor did he make some smug remark. He was understanding and patient with you. He was still mad that you hadn't told him such a drastic part of your life. I mean, my goodness, you had hand shaped bruises on your arms!

     You didn't know what to do or how to feel about yourself. You felt weak and powerless, yet filled with love. You always hated relying on someone, but this made you feel...safe. Just lying here, him holding you like you were the most precious thing on the Earth. He was beating himself up, how could he have let you be in pain for so long? He really failed you. Though, you had failed him. At least you could be failures together, bettering yourselves slowly but surely. Oh what an adventure you would have.

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