Day 1:

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"MICHAEL?" Abbey yelled checking to see if he was home even though he usually wasn't on Thursday nights.
fucking hell today sucked
Abbey thought to herself.
She looked under the bed in her and Michaels rooms and grabbed a bag full of blades and various sharp and unsafe objects, took a deep breath, and started cutting her thighs. She hated doing it on her thighs, it just made her frustrated and she didnt really know why. She used to do it on her wrists but she was too scared someone would see. After a few minutes,
*knock knock* "HEY BABE I FORGOT MY KEYS CAN YOU COME AND UNLOCK THE DOOR"
Fuck. Okay. Um. SWEATPANTS
Abbey grabbed a random pair of black sweatpants off the floor and ran to the door to let Michael in. "Heeyyyyy" He kissed her cheek, then walked into the kitchen to get a drink. Abbey ran as fast as possible to the bedroom and frantically cleaned up her mess. "Oh, babe are we still watching Shrek tonight?" Michael yelled from the kitchen.
"Sure I'm gonna shower first if that's okay."
"Yeah, that's fine."
She walked into the bathroom and stopped for a solid 5 minutes and stared at a picture of her and Michael on the wall.
He makes me so happy. I can't keep doing this.

"ABBEYYYY CAN YOU COME IN HERE."

"What's up, babe?"

Michael held up a bloody towel and Abbey's heart skipped like, 1,947,569 beats

FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKOKAYABBEYTHINK

"I had a bloody face."

What the fuck Abbey. ENGLISH

"Um, bloody nose?"

"Yeah sorry."

Fuckity heck that was close.



She took off the sweatpants she was already wearing and just felt so defeated.
I could've been stronger but I wasn't.

She got into the shower and tried to get all the blood off of her hands and legs. She got out and dried off using a red towel just to be safe. She grabbed a shit ton of bandaids and tried to cover all of her cuts.
He makes me so happy. What if he finds out about it and blames it on himself? I would feel so bad. I need to stop. But I can't. It's too hard. Ugh, I hate myself with a burning passion.
Abbey wrapped a towel around her waist and bolted out of the bathroom into the bedroom. She looked through her drawers and didn't see anything she wanted to wear. She turned to his drawers and found a pair of black Green Day sweatpants, a white Blink-182 t-shirt, and a Fall Out Boy sweatshirt. 

She walked into the living room and Michael looked at her and just smiled the biggest smile ever.

"Decided my clothes are better?"

"Yup."


After watching Shrek, Michael looked at Abbeys sleeping face and just smiled at how beautiful he thought she was.  "Babe, do you wanna sleep on the couch?" He quietly whispered to her.

"Yeah."
"Do you want me to stay with you?"

"Yeah." 

"Okay." He shifted over closer to her and she rested her head on his shoulder. He pulled the blanket up over them and just relaxed. 

"I love you, Abbey."
"I love you too, Michael."
"I love you more."
"Impossible."



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