New Blood

Scars

BLUE

                I woke up to Alex tracing patterns on my bare stomach. I looked up at him. He smiled when he saw that I was awake.

                “Are you hungry?” I grinned. Early morning light filtered through his curtains.

                “How did you know?” He smiled. I sat up and stretched, yawning. I hadn’t realized we were both still naked until I felt the cold air across my back. I blushed and covered myself with the blanket. Alex chuckled and sat up, wrapping his arms around me and putting his chin on my shoulder. He kissed my neck.

                “I know a really good place for breakfast. They close early, though, so you better get ready.”

                I grinned. “Okay.”

                I shot of bed and grabbed one of Alex’s shirts. I slipped it on. The shirt came down to mid-thigh on me. I smiled as Alex’s scent enveloped me. He came up behind me and hugged me. Then, he spun me around and lifted my arm. He kissed each of my scars.

                A tear slid down my cheek.

                It wasn’t just the fact that he was resisting the scent of my blood that brought me to tears. It was the hurt, humiliation and depression that had caused me to cut. He was telling me that it would get better. The night before he had made me promise never to cut again.

                I pulled him up and we kissed with fiery passion. He broke away first.

                “Babe, I love you, but if you want breakfast then we can’t do this now.” He grinned, his handsome blue eyes twinkling. I blushed and grabbed some more clothes, hiding in the bathroom and taking a five minute shower.

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THIS IS REALLY IMPORTANT PLEASE READ

 I am stopping here because I haven’t been feeling myself lately. I just want all of you to know that in no way do I romanticize self-harm, cutting, anorexia, bulimia, or any other mental illness. As a few of you know, I struggle with depression myself, and I know that we all have rough days. These illnesses are nothing to be messed with and it really makes me angry when people say idiotic things like ‘just get over it’ or ‘just be happy’ it’s not a choice, okay. I don’t choose to be depressed, I just am. If any of you struggle with anything, please talk to me. My social medias are posted on my profile, and this is my Instagram- raine_and_sun . I want everyone to know that you don’t struggle alone. Please talk to someone you trust. I am here for all of you.