Into The Darkness. (Darkiplier x Wolf Reader)

Chapter 3

He stood up slowly and shakily, probably due to knee problems and old age. He called for his dogs, and left. I flew out of the tree and down to the ground before changing back to my wolf form. I smelled the ground of where the dogs were and where the man was, making a mental note to kill them later.

Realizing how much time it had been taking to get to (y/n)'s house, I quickly dashed off in the direction of her house. As I got closer to her house, I could smell something familiar; it gave me bad but all too familiar feelings. I took and deep breath of it in while still running and thought hard about what I could be smelling.

I slowed down my fast, sprinting, pace when I realized it was her blood I was smelling. I first smelled that smell before we met and when I was hunting her scent as a meal. I ran as hard as I could to make it to her house to find out what happened and why she got hurt. How did she get hurt?

Your P.O.V. (an hour earlier)

I got home from school around the same time as every day. My sister wasn't here.

Good.

I went into my house by the garage and went to the bathroom. I turned on the vent and the shower, making sure the water was hot.

I placed my school bag on my bed and grabbed my tweezers and towel. I got my speaker and hooked the Bluetooth on my phone to the speaker, playing my music as loud as it would possibly go. I went back to the bathroom and threw my towel over the top of the curtain rod.

Today was unbelievably stressful and I needed a release. Something to calm me down. This was the first thing that came to my mind, so this is the first solution I'm going to use.

I put the speaker next to the shower on the back of the toilet, so that it was easily reachable. That is if I wanted to change the song. I took my tweezers and grabbed a razor and got in the shower, sitting in the floor of the tub.

(Trigger warning)

I quickly, but carefully tried to take the blade out of the head of the razor, but my hand slipped on the lubricant at the top causing me to cut the back of my hand.

The cut wasn't very deep, but it still stung like all hell, especially with the hot water sprinkling down on it.

"Ow, shit..." I whispered to myself watching the blood mix with the water and race down my hand like rain would on a glass window.

Getting back to my main objective, I peeled and broke the plastic off of the razor, exposing the sharp metal. I carefully took it out and set the razor aside. I took the end of the blade and slowly pressed it against the side of my thigh. Close enough to my hips, that if I wore a short dress or shorts, it would go unnoticed. I never wore short shorts, unless I was going to bed, but I never wear them in public. So no one would see my cuts.

I did this over and over again with a blank mind and a blank face. I didn't feel any pain. I turned to the other side and did it to my other leg. I decided when enough was enough, and put the blade aside with the razor.

(Trigger warning over)

I got up and washed my hair and body, being sure to make myself look like the usual me. I scrubbed the makeup off of my face the best I could. I got out of the shower and wrapped my towel around me. I sat down on the toilet, knowing that the blood was still oozing and I didn't want it to end up staining the floor.

I dried my body and hair and put my clothes on, but only pulling my underwear and sweatpants up to my knees. I took some toilet paper and cleaned up my legs. When I looked at my towel, I saw all of the blood.