Chapter 39

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A/N: ⚠️ sensitive content ⚠️

You stop realizing what you're doing. You keep on cutting. You're screaming. It hurts, but you like feeling the pain, you don't know why it feels good, it just does.. then out of nowhere you hear your name being yelled in a near distance. It was Finn and Jack.
You push Finn's dresser in front of the door so that they can't come in.

=== Finn's POV ===

(Y/t): Y/N IS SCREAMING WHAT DO I DO IDK WHAT TO DO!!!!!!
You and Jack run up to your room. You grab the key to your room, you unlock the door and you try to open the door, but somethings blocking it from opening.
(Finn): Y/N OPEN THE GOD DAMN DOOR!!!!!

=== Y/n's POV ===

You stop cutting and screaming from hearing Finn.
(Y/n): WHY?!?! You're just going to get mad...
You put the blade on his side table.
(Finn): I promise I won't get mad...
(Jack): come on out y/n...
(Y/n): Jack?
(Jack): yeah?
(Y/n): not to be rude, but why are you here?
(Jack): idk, I guess I just wanted to come with Finn.
You hear a knock on the front door.
(Y/n): who's that?!?!
(Jack): I'll get it, *whispers to Finn* get her out and make sure she's safe...
(Finn): *whispers back* will do
Jack goes downstairs.
(Finn): can I please come in?
(Y/n): why?
(Finn): so that I can make sure that you're ok...
You move his dresser not thinking of all the cuts you put on your arm and your arm is bleeding, you crawl back onto his bed waiting for him to enter. Finn bursts into his room and runs towards you and hugs you.
(Finn): I'm so sorry that I left you here...
(Y/n): it's-it's ok...
You say while a tear is falling down your face.
(Y/n): you shouldn't be apologizing to me... it should be the other way around...
(Finn): what why?
Finn gets out of the hug, and looks into your eyes. Then he looks down at your arm.
(Y/t): Finn looks devastated...
(Y/n): I-I'm sorry...
Your voice is shaky.
(Finn): *grabs your arm very carefully* why'd you do that?

=== Jack's POV ===

You go downstairs and open Finn's front door.
(Kylie): hi!
(Jack): shhh
(Lily): *whispers* what's wrong?
(Kylie): it's y/n isn't it? Is she crying again?
(Jack): yeah... y/n locked herself in a Finn's room
(Kylie): WHAT?!?!
Kylie starts running up the stairs.
(Kylie): Y/N!!!!
Kylie runs into Finn's room, pushes him off the bed sits where he was and hugs you.
(Kylie): omg are you ok?!?! What do happened?!?! WHO DO I NEED TO BEAT UP?!?!
(Y/n): if you really want to beat someone up... beat me up...
Kylie pulls out of the hug.
(Kylie): what?! WHY?!?!
You show her your cuts.
(Kylie): WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT?!?!

=== Jack's POV ===

After Kylie runs upstairs you and the others stay downstairs, until you hear Kylie yell.
(Kylie): WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT?!?!
That's when all of you get worried and you all run upstairs.
(Jack): what's wrong?- OMG Y/N!!!
All of you see the cuts on her arm Kylie stands up and you sit on the bed.
(Jack): why would you do that to yourself?
You look at the side table and see a blade with fresh blood on it.
(Y/t): shit..

=== Y/n's POV ===

(Y/n): Finn?
(Finn): yes?
(Y/n): roll up your sleeves.
(Finn): what? Why?
(Y/t): because you idiot I need to see your cuts...
(Y/n): just do it
(Finn): ok...
Finn rolls up his sleeves. Nothing. No cuts. No scratches. He's clean. It wasn't his blood. Who's was it?
(Jack): y/n?
(Y/n): yes?
(Jack): can I talk to you in private?
(Y/n): sure...
Everyone leaves Finn's room, except for you and Jack.
(Jack): *grabs the blade on the side table* why would you do that?
(Y/n): I wanted to come and help you guys from my brother, MY FUCKING DUMBASS BROTHER. But Finn wouldn't let me go... he locked me in, I had bad experiences in locked doors so once Finn left I started to have a panic attack, I needed to get all of my anger and sadness out, so I decided to trash his room, then I got to that drawer *points at the drawer* and I saw the cover thing, I lifted it, I saw the blade and I-
(Jack): thought it was Finn's?
(Y/n): *nods* yeah...
(Jack): I'm sorry... it's mine...
Jack rolls up his sleeves. Cuts, all up his arms.

A/N: word count: 773 words

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