(SA = Social Anxiety, I was too lazy. Sorry.) Also, trigger warning. I put my heart onto this, I do too have social anxiety.)
I shivered as I looked at myself. I had a white, silky and comfortable dress on. It wasn't too revealing, but.. well.. I um.. didn't see it that way. "No... I can't wear THIS in front of Matt and the others.." I said to myself. So I shoved a knife into my arm and put on a baggy black hoodie and black pants. I seemed to look good in black combats boots, so I threw them on. It was hot in the outfit with (B/T) (Body Type, as for me, I'm a chubs.) I combed my (H/C), it was a mess. I put on my (F/C) backpack. Tord always teased me about it. Yes I can take bad jokes. I finally walked out my door and into the living room. I skipped meals because I felt bad for "wasting" food. Matt walks in and smiles at me. "Are you gonna eat? Like, really. You never do!" Matt tilted his head. "Yeah. Soon." I replied.
After some days (2)
"(Y/N)! OPEN UP! (FBI open up! JK)" I shivered as the blade touched my soft and perfect (S/C). Edd kept banging on my door, as for it is locked. "(Y/N) Stop this instant!" Tom yelled. "STOP IT! I AM NOT DOING ANYTHING!" I yelled. Edd backed off, while Tom was still shouting. "(Y/N)... let me in..." Edd said softly but loud enough for me to hear. I lied down on my (2F/C) (Second fav colour) bed. I slowly got up and opened up. Edd walked in. Followed by Tord,Tom and Matt. They all had sad faces. "So.. what did you want?.." I said. "Show us your arms, (Y/N)." Edd pleaded. A single tear slipped out from my (E/C) eyes. "Why!?" I shouted. "BECAUSE WE WANT TO HELP YOU!" Matt shouted while crying. Tord looked angry. "(Y/N) PLEASE JUST SHOW US YOUR ARMS! I THINK I KNOW WHATS HAPPENING!" Tord yelled. I just nodded and slipped up my (F/C) hoodie sleeves. It revealed..
10 or more cuts on each arm. Everyone gasped in unison except me. I cried. "I'm worthless! Ok?! Don't waste time helping me!" I yelled. Matt ran up to me and hugged me. I cried in his shoulder. Edd put a hand on my shoulder and pleaded for me not to cut anymore. Tom just stood there, flabbergasted, while Tord was huffed and stormed out of the room. I could hear him crying, since his room was next to mine. "(Y/N) I can't see you hurting yourself any longer! I love you too much!" Matt yelled. "You're 100 more times beautiful than me!" He whispered. "Matt... I-I love you too.. please.. don't leave me for another.." "You're beautifuler more than any one I've ever seen.."
