5SOS One Shots

Beautiful Tragedy - Michael Clifford (triggering)

My parents were off again, yelling, screaming, hitting, throwing. They were always like this, every night. I don't even know anymore, I couldn't take it.

I ran to my bathroom, already pulling my sleeves up, I grabbed my make up bag and dug around the bottom of it until I found what I was looking for, my best friend.

I finally found my razor and began to make a few horizontal lines on both wrists. On my left arm, I used my blades to scrape the word 'worthless' along the inside of my forearm, then I scraped 'mistake' on my other inner forearm. Now when I looked at my arms, I would remind myself that I'm a worthless mistake. I then noticed they're yelling had stopped and the front door slammed. I then heard footsteps climbing up the stairs and I knew it was my boyfriend, Michael.

About 10 seconds later, he burst through my bathroom door, to see me sobbing and bleeding all at once. 'He must be an amazing actor,' I thought to myself as I noticed he was crying, obviously he was faking it, I don't mean anything to anyone anymore. Nobody loves me. I'm just a reject.

He snapped out of his daze and ran to my side, ripping the blade out of my hand and flinging it across the room and pulling me into his chest, hugging me tightly but carefully, as if he were to let go I would disappear or break. Truth be told, I'm already broken.

"Why Livia," Michael asked me, his voice cracking when he said my name.

"I'm not good enough, nobody loves me, even my parents, they're constantly drinking then fighting and arguing and it's my fault." I sobbed into his chest, staining phish shirt with my mascara stained tears.

"No, okay, no Livia, I will not sit here and let you blame everything on yourself, your human, you will make mistakes, but your parents fighting, that's their mistake, it's not your fault, and it's not your mess to clean up." He told me, tears falling down his face, the same as me.

"But I'm a mistake-" I tried to argue but he cut me off with a kiss.

"No, Livia, your not a mistake, your beautiful." He sighed

"Yes, Mikey, I'm a mistake, a worthless, terrible, stupid, broken mistake."

"Fine then, you're just a beautiful tragedy," he smiled at me.

I just hugged him tightly in return.

"Listen, I know it's scary for you to get through this, but I will help you, I will be there every single step of the way, and remember, if it's not broken, don't try to fix it. Okay baby?" He said, rocking me back and forth.

"Okay," I replied.

"Now let's get you cleaned up," he smiled, helping me up and cleaning my cuts.

He took all my blades, made sure to check any place I could have hid them, and he chucked them all out the window, straight into the lake right behind my house.

"I love you baby, don't do this, your too precious for me to lose." He smiled pulling me into a tight hug."Promise me you won't do it again?" He asked me.

"Well..." I started but he pulled away from the hug.

"No, Livia, promise me you won't, if you ever feel like cutting, come to me, I'll help you stay strong, I'll help you push on through it. Okay, here, if you cut, I cut, simple as. Yeah?" He proposed me.

"What, no I can't let you so that t yourself!" I exclaimed.

"But your doing the same thing to your body, come on Livia, just promise me you will stop, please." He begged as tears streamed down his face again.

"Okay, okay, I promise I'll stop." I smiled at him.

He pulled me into a hug, and kissed me passionately.