DISCLAIMER: If you are sensitive to cutting don't read!
It was 12 am and you were overthinking like most nights. Your boyfriend, Zach, hadn't returned from wherever he ran off to and the possibilities of what could have happened scare you. You think about everything from him running away to get away from you, him getting in a crash, to him cheating. Tears poured out of your eyes as thoughts flash through your brain faster than you can comprehend. Before you know it you are in the bathroom with a razor laying in front of you. You knew that if Zach were to return he would be angry with you.
If he came home.
Your thoughts continue spinning until it feels like a tornado in your head. You place the razor to your wrist as your thoughts move faster. You slide the blade once. Pain is replaced with numbness and you make another cut. And again and again.
You finally stop when the numbness died down. Until what once felt amazing now felt like a million knives slicing your arm at once.
"I'm home!" You hear Zach's voice in the distance.
"Shit," You mumble under your breathe. You were half relieved that he came home but also scared about what he would say when he found you. You knew you seemed clingy. I mean who cuts just because their boyfriend doesn't return?
"Y/n?" His voice was getting closer.
"Bathroom," You squeak.
The door opens and you look up to see Zach's smiling face. His eyes drift to your arm and his eyes soften as his smile drops.
"What's wrong?" He asks taking your arm in his hands as he grabbed a towel and cleaned the blood.
"I thought you left. For good. I couldn't sleep. My thoughts took over," You cry. He pulls you into a tight hug.
"I would never leave you," He whispers into the crook of your neck. You let out a breath of relief before apologizing for being stupid and cutting.
"Don't call yourself stupid. You were worried. I should have called you. If anyone should be sorry it's me." He places his lips on yours.
Your once rapid thoughts now turn into peaceful ones. Mostly saying how lucky you were to have someone like him. Someone who loved you so much. You truly were lucky.
