I take a knife and press it against my wrist. Slash. 1. Slash. 2. Slash. 3. Slash, slash, slash...
I'm hit with an art wave, as I like to call it. It's when I have the sudden urge to make a masterpiece. I start to laugh for some reason at the sight of my blood. I then start to make a blood painting on a piece of paper. For blood, it's not half bad!
Then I get a call from my best friend, Palette. "Hey, Palette," I say blankly. He answers "I'm coming over, stay where you are."
Shoot, gotta put on some gauze and clean up this mess before he arrives! I clean up after myself and wash the knife. I hear a knock at the door. Shoot, I forgot to put away the painting!
Palette is standing there with a sad face. "What's wrong?" I play dumb. "Huh? What's wrong? Nothings wrong," I say. He walks in and sits on the couch. "Don't play dumb, Y/N, you know I hate it when my friends are sad."
I chuckle. 'That's all the time,' I say in my head. Oh no, he sees the painting! "Y/N, please don't tell me you've been cutting again! You promised," he pouts. I sigh and smile sadly. I love this guy, he's so nice to me. The only one.
Palette pulls up my hoodie sleeve and sees the cuts. "Y/N! YOU PROMISED!" He shouts, betrayal shining through his voice. I actually feel sad now. "I'm sorry, Palette," I say quietly. "I'll stop."
He crosses his arms. "If you won't stop hurting yourself-" "I just said I would-" "Then I'll have to stay with you!" "Wait, what?"
I feel myself blush. "What do you mean?" He furrows his bone brows. "I'm going to live with you until I'm certain you'll stop cutting yourself!" I sigh. "Fine. The guest room's prepared anyways."
He shakes his head. "Nope, I will be sleeping with you! What if you bring a knife into your room and I don't know? I care about you and want you to be happy, Y/N! That'll make me happy!" My face flushes red, but I nod anyways. "Alrighty then, but lemme clean my room real quick."
I quickly clean the mess that I call my room and run back to Palette, who somehow already has all his things here. He snaps his fingers and they all teleport over to my room. "Mmmagic!" He says, making jazz hands. I giggle.
We go to my room and I quickly go to the bathroom and change. He changes into his PJs too. (No, PJ, it's not your turn yet! I meant Pajamas!)
I lay in my bed, and he wraps his arms around me. "H-huh? What're you doing?" I ask nervously. He blushes and says "It feels right." I just hum in response and close my eyes. "You know, for a blood painting, it was pretty good," Palette comments. I giggle before relaxing and resting in my bed and Palette's warm embrace.
The next morning, I wake up, and Palette's sleeping beside me. I blush and wriggle out of his grasp. I make some coffee and grab a croissant and eat it. I then tidy up myself.
I leave Palette to sleep. After all, he's doing ME a favor, even if I deny that I need it. To be honest, I'm really grateful for his help, but I feel bad for prying him away from his other friends and family, so I'll try my best to get better and find reasons to be happy.
Suddenly, I'm hit with another art wave. I grab my painting supplies and paint a picture of Palette because why not? I'll give it to him as a gift. At least it's with paint and not blood this time.
Palette enters the room with a coffee and a croissant in hand. I laugh at how we coincidentally have the same breakfast. I turn the easel so he can't see what I'm painting. "It's a surprise," I say.
After I finish, I sign it and give him the painting. "Thanks for doing this for me. I don't know why you'd wanna help someone as horrible and selfish and stupid as me, but-"
Palette cuts me off by putting his finger to my lips. "Don't say stuff like that about yourself! I'm helping you out because you're my friend and I love you!" He puts a hand over his mouth. "I've ruined everything," he whispers, just barely loud enough for me to hear.
My face erupts like a volcano in red, and I smile stupidly. "I l-love you too, Palette." He looks up at me in disbelief. "Really?" He asks. I nod. "And I'll prove it!"
I kiss his teeth, and he kisses back after a few seconds.
I've found a reason to be happy. It's Palette. I ask him "Can you still keep living here?" He giggles and nods. "Anything for my favorite person in the whole multiverse."
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