(Y/N) POV
I looked through my box of items. I end up just dumping them all on the ground.
3rd person
You heard the sound of metal hit the floor. You jumped at the loud, echoed noise. You searched the cold floor with your sweaty palms to find..
..Your last razor blade
You look at it and the urge hits you like a deer in headlights. You pick it up and look at your wool-covered arms. You pull up your sweater and grab an old shirt from the box. You watch Yang crawl her way over to the silver desk and jump on it. You look around and you find a pocket size radio. You turn on Billie Eilish's "Lovely". The first thing you do is press the cold blade to your skinny arm and slowly drag it, you then continue that while picking up speed each time. Your last cut had defenitly reached fat. You knew you needed stitches. You sat there and let the already bloodied shirt get soaked once more. You tie the small shirt around your arm and do the one last thing you probably should have done from the start.
(Y/N) POV
"E.J!" I shouted his name until I heard pounding foot steps. He slammed the door open and stared at my tear covered face. He saw the whole scene. The pooled blood on the floor. The razor drenched in the liquid. My knotted hair. My arm that had been sliced up like a ham on christmas. He ran up to me and grabbed my arm. He unwrapped the makeshift bandage with concern. Did he care?
CONTINUED
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Kidnapped ~ Eyeless Jack X Reader
FanfictionYou live in a house with your abusive father and your only friend, your cat. You've never been happy. Your mother left when you were 7. A masked figure soon makes you forget it all. WARNING: Self harm, anxiety, depressive disorder, suicide attemp...
