Hi my name it Kaitlyn and this is my first fanfiction. I don't really know what I am doing so hopefully this works out. I do have dyslexia and dysgraphia so it may not have the best grammar so please stick with me.
Trigger warning- suicide attempt and self harm
If this will trigger you please do not read this!!!!
... Third person POV...
Eleven was laying in the tent that Mike had made her. She was hurt that he yelled at her, she always hated when people were mad at her. She was fiddling with the walkie talkie when she heard Mike getting frustrated with her. She looked up to see him staring at her with annoyance in his eyes.
"Mike can you come here please?" Nancy came down stairs cutting the tension. Mike quickly got up and left, leaving El alone.
... Elevens POV...
Mike left me alone in the room and nothing scares me more than someone I care about being angry with me. I continue playing with the walkie talkie in front of me, all I wanted was for mike to hold me tight And let me cry into him.
Next thing I knew I felt the tears starting to run down my face.
" Stop you look like a fool"
I scolded myself. I felt my heart beat pounding faster and faster in my chest and my vision becoming blurry. I was finding it harder and harder to breathe.
"Eleven? Why are you crying? You know what happens when you act like this."
I heard from behind me, I looked over to see papa standing Behind me with a smirk on his face.
" You are not real, your only in my head."
Papa then took a step towards me with that same evil smirk on his face.
" Oh Eleven your never going to last in this world, you are wounded and no one is going to want you that way. Your going to die alone is this world because who could ever love a monster like you."
I felt my heart break, I knew he was right who would love a monster like me? The. The thought hit me. I turned to papa and stared at him.
" Mike, Mike would love me. " I stated trying to sound confidant. Papa laughed at me making me loose confidence in my comment.
" That boy will never love you, he is too good for you. You are a ugly, pathetic disgraceful monster."
Those words hit me hard knowing that he was right. I turned to see a sharp objects on the table. My tears began to stain my face As I got up to grab the object. I quickly scurry back to the tent and rolled up my sleeve.
" You know what to do Eleven. Do it and end your pain." I knew that papa was right so I took the sharp object and began to make lines across my skin. Two lines turned into eight, which turned into sixteen. As I kept creating these lines my pain slowly slipped off of my mind.
After twenty cuts it stopped helping so I started to cut deeper. I saw the blood start to drip on the blade. Then I heard something coming from the stairs. Then I saw Mike running towards me.
" Eleven what are you doing! Stop!"
He grabbed the object out of my hand. The look of fear in his eyes is something I have never seen before.
" El why?... Tell me what went through your head to make you do this to yourself?" He said as he tried to stop the bleeding. I just stared to sob looking down in shame.
" I... I am s..s..sorry Mike." I choked out in between sobs.
" El I need you to talk to me, why would you do this to yourself? "
I looked a him knowing what I was about to say may not end well.
" Why do you ... c..care ? I thought you were angry with me." I saw the hurt in his face.
" El I am so sorry I made you feel like that, but you can't do this to yourself. I .. I can't loose you. "
I felt my heart break I didn't mean to hurt him.
" It... It isn't your fault. Not at all, just papa.."
" What do you mean papa? El he is dead!"
He began to bandage me up. I could tell he was worried about me and it honestly hurt me to know that I did that to him.
" He was in my head and he said all these things, he told me to do it and I couldn't say no. I am so sorry that I made you worry or feel like you had something to do with this. I know you could never love or care about a monster like me but,"
I try and choke out in one ramble.
" STOP RIGHT THERE ELEVEN, I CARE ABOUT YOU SO MUCH AND SEEING SOMEONE I CARE ABOUT HURTING THEMSELVES IS GOING TO MAKE ME WORRY. YOU DON'T NEED TO FEEL BAD THAT YOU MADE ME WORRY BECAUSE I WILL ALWAYS WORRY ABOUT YOU, BECAUSE WELL..... I.. I love you. If you don..."
I cut him off by smashing my lips onto his. I felt his body jerk in shock. He then kissed me back and moved his hand to my cheek. We slowly pulled back from each other, the salty taste of tears still roam my mouth. We both blushed and Mike wiped the last few years from my face.
" El," Mike broke the silence
"... Promise me you will never do this again!" He finished staring straight into my eyes. I could tell he cared but I couldn't understand why.
' Why does he love a monster like me?' I thought to myself. I brought my hand up to meet his.
" Promise" I finally reply.
