*MAJOR TRIGGER WARNING - SCENES OF SELF INJURY*
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Venom watched Eddie closely. They didn't like that Eddie was hurting himself, but they had read about it, and Venom knew that the cutting wouldn't kill Eddie. The man just needed an outlet, and a psychologist was not an option for them.
They were wrapped around Eddie's back, arms hugging his stomach, watching Eddie dig the blade into the flesh of his arm, again. Venom didn't let them bleed too much, healing any nicked veins. They didn't want Eddie to bleed out. But, they didn't heal the cuts, because the scars left behind were beautiful, and Eddie had begged them.
Eddie's arms were already decorated with a collection of hundreds of beautiful scars. He'd been collecting for years. To Venom, what made them so beautiful was the fact that they reflected Eddie's mind. Eddie Brock wore his emotions on his sleeves.
Eddie, on the other hand, didn't like the scars the way Venom did. No, he only appreciated them. They opened up, and told him he could keep going.
No, the scars he liked were the ones Venom put on him. The scratches and bite scars on his back and thighs. They made him feel loved. So loved. And worth Venom's time.
Because the scars were put there by Venom's own will, and Eddie knew that they were gentle, just for him.
"We done?" Venom asked.
Eddie had put the razor blade down of the bathroom floor. He nodded, and stood up. Venom sank back under his skin.
"Shall we go and find this lawyer?" Eddie asked his parasite.
"No eating, right?" Venom confirmed.
"No eating," Eddie chuckled, wrapping his arms up in some new bandages. "Believe it or not, he's actually a good guy."
"What's his name?" V whined, disappointed at the lack of meal.
"Franklin Nelson," Eddie told his partner.
He felt lighter.
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