a ɖʀʊɢ ɨ ɖɨɖռ't ҡռօա ɨ ռɛɛɖɛɖ [ashley campbell x fem!reader]

Limbs Attached No More🎑☄

Warning: abuse, self harm, gore-ish

Third POV

(Y/n) jumps on larrys back and he starts to run to school with the light girl on him. Once they arrive, (y/n) jumps off and puts her stuff in her locker, along with larry. "Dont we have first period together?" She asks. "Yea, along with that hottie ash" larry says with a smug face. "Ash? Is that your new girlfriend or something?" (Y/n) replies. "I wish, but I heard she's bisexual so you might have a chance with her" larry says teasingly. (Y/n) blushes and crosses her arms "I'm an unloved potato, destined to sail the seven seas alone.. Not with a lover~" she says dramatically, along with a dramatic pose. Larry sighs and grabs her hand
"alright captain hook, lets go learn non-useful trash"
"Arggg?"

(Y/n) and larry walk in class. Larry points at a pretty girl with brown hair, green eyes, a choker, thick makeup, and a purple sweater. You have to admit, she is a hottie.

-time skip brought to you by.. Nothing. GeT fUcKeD-

Your POV
-after class, you and Larry split up-
You spot travis and run over to him and hug him "hey babes!~" you say teasingly, using the nickname he somewhat hates, but you of course know hes okay with it. "Hey bb, what's up?" He responds a rare smile. You and travis have been friends since you can remember. the chance of you guys fighting is a good 5%, due to you guys knowing each other for so long. "Its been a while, is everything ok?" You ask. "Let's give that question to you.." Travis says sadly. You frown "aw I'm sorry babes, is he still.." "Yea..."
"Well my dad is still a bitch... Can you see the red mark on my face by the way?" You ask. Travis nods in surprise "I was about to ask you about it. Its not showing up much, so it probably isn't worse than that big cut across your leg." Travis says. "Well I put foundation on it so..." You mumble. "Oh, sorry.." Travis says, rubbing his neck. "Its fine babes, lets go eat now I guess" you say with a smile. He nods and walks to the cafeteria with you.
(Lmao sorry if you hate travis, I just love the little bean so I had to include the child and give him some love ;-;)
You both make it to the cafeteria and sit down in a corner and munch on the food you were given. For the most part you guys talk about weird bullshit, stuff you wouldn't think of. Until the bell rings. You both whine and groan and go back.

-time skip to bed timeeeeeee(my oh so favorite time)-
Some POV name i cant remember owo

when I got home dad threatened to cut the tip of my pinkie off if I am even a minute late again, so basically the usual. Right now I am questioning if I should cut or not, dad wouldn't give a fuck... who Would? Larry might possibly be concerned, but he can't erase it. Life can suck dick, so maybe this can help. I stop thinking and grab a pair of sharp scissors, and head to the bathroom. I turn the water on and put the sharp side to my wrist, and slide it across. I hiss in pain "fuck, that hurts like a bitch!" I whisper-shout.

"(Y/n)? Are you in there?"

Fuck, its dad. I quickly clean up and pull my sleeve over the cut. "Y-yes father?" I stutter out. "Why are you not in your room?" He asks, voice mumbled due to him being on the other side of the door. "I had to... Go..." I say nervously. "You just went minute ago (y/n). Why would you lie? LET ME IN" he shouts. I slowly open the door to see him with a knife, but why a knife..? Well shit, my pinkie is fucked isn't it.
Gore scene
My breath hitches when he grabs my hand, and slides his grip to my pinkie "your such a fucking disappointment.." And with that, he pins my pinkie to the table and cuts the tip off (random, but where the fuck do I get these ideas. sorry if you value your pinkie I guess?)
I scream in pain as I watch blood squirt out of my pinkie, its a pain i can't describe. Just pure agony. dad leaves to watch TV again, like a normal fucking person.
I start having a panic attack, but do what I can to stop the bleeding. I wash the wound and wrap tight gauges around it, I then take a strong medicine to numb the pain. Its a little sloppy because my whole body is shaky and weak.
I run to my room and call larry, and thankfully he picks up.
"yo dude! What's up? Its pretty late.."
I start sobbing harder but manage to get some words out "l-larry, he-help.. Me.. It h-hurts!"
"what the fuck?! Come to the basement right fucking now!"
"Ok.. P-please dont h-hang up until I g-get there.." I get up and open my window. Thank god I'm on the bottom floor. I climb out and run to the entrance and walk to the elevator, then hit the basement button.
"You still there (y/n)?"
"Open y-your door.."
With that, he hangs up and opens the door to see the bloody mess I'm in. "(Y/n)?! What the hell?" larry says in surprise.
I don't remember the rest, because I passed out. It was blurry. And its probably better that way.

946 word count
Ok sorry if this was a shit chapter, it really is all over the place and ima work on fixing that! But I just got lost in writing, so at some point I didn't know what I was writing anymore. And it came out as, you get your fucking finger cut off.
I hope you enjoyed?????? Lmao