Outsiders Preferences, Imagines And Headcannons

Don't Give In

The gang sat there in the living room, having fun. Soda, Steve, Dallas and Tim played cards. Johnny, Curly, Two-Bit, Ian, Brook, and Pony where watching TV. Darry was reading the newspaper.

Brook technically wasn't watching TV. She bounced her leg, making sure her hands got no where near her arms.

"You ok?" Ponyboy asked her. She hummed and nodded in response.

After a while Brook's hand glided up and scratched her arm hard. She soon shoved her hand in her scrunchie that was on her other wrist and she twisted it so it was pulled on her wrists and she couldn't scratch.

She wanted to scratch. She wanted to so bad, she couldn't. She soon took a deep breath as her body screamed for her to scratch.

Her arms weren't itchy. She wanted to hurt herself. She couldn't, she forced herself back. Don't do it. Brook don't you dare!

She twisted her wrists so he rubbed against her scrunchie, leaving red marks.

She set her wrists free but didn't scratch. She rubbed her fingers on the couch and her arm went to her arm and she practically forced her arm away. She made a weird squeak sound but luckily no one heard.

She got up and forced her legs to not run to the bathroom but instead walk.

She closed the door and paced back and forth. She rubbed her index finger and her thumb on her sweatshirt and she soon freaked again.

There was this feeling in her throat like she swallowed a ball and she threw her hands up to her head and ducked her head.

"Damnit!" She whispered to herself and she bit the knuckle of her index finger hard. Her breathing was shaky and she chuckled, her body holding in a scream. It was like holding in a blush, it was painful actually...

She made a small scream so no one heard. She backed into the wall and she slide down and gave in, scratching herself.

Her hands were trembling like crazy now. She hid her face in her knees and cried.

The door soon opened but Brook couldn't hear it over her cries. Ian slide to the ground and hugged her tight, she jumped but leaned into the hug after she realized it was him.

Ian looked at her wrists and arms, they were red in lines where he knew she scratched instead of cut.

It was pretty simple to tell if she had hurt herself since her arms were pale as all hell, just like the rest of of her body.

Ian pulled her head closer to him and he clutched her hands so she didn't feel the need anymore.

"I'm sorry." She said.

"Why???"

"Because, I just bother you with negativity."

"You don't..." Ian kissed the top of her head. The gang didn't find out about them until Brook fell asleep from crying and Ian carried her to bed.

This is awkward but I needed it and I can't request because I feel weird lmao.