*^Warning this is/could be triggering.^*
Your pov
You scrolled through your Instagram profile. You haven't posted in days. your last post was of you and Gilinsky in a mirror he had his arms wrapped around you as he kissed your cheek.
He was wearing sweats and you were wearing short shorts with a tank top. You could see your scars up and down your legs and arms.
You find yourself reading the comments.
"@Yruwithhim: Maybe @y/insta should cut deeper, maybe she'll die. I smile at the thought of that slut gone"
"@Gilinskysloverbae: Ew why are they even together honestly, she's not even that pretty"
"@1314fangirllx: She's suicidal and dating my boyfriend? Wow what an unstable bitch"
"@Ca$hiscool: Just kill yourself"
"@Hayessisbymae: Fat ass"
"@stalkerrrrinfangirlxxx: @Hayessisbymae moo"
"@Jacobsssguitar: @y/insta the farm called, they lost you"
Your eyes swelled with tears as you read each hatful comment. You closed you phone and walked to the bathroom. You opened a drawer and found what you wanted.
"Hello, old friends. I missed you guys," you whispered as you picked up the razor and weed blunts and lighter.
(( oo how hard core drugs and suicide ))
You light the first blunt, you had the smoke fill you lungs and you smiled as the room slowly filled with smoke.
You picked up the razor and smiled, breathing out the smoke.
You held it forcefully to your wrists. You made four lines going across your wrists. They bled and you hit the already lit smoke.
You strip of your pants and wrote "slut" on your left thigh and "deeper" on the other.
You threw the finished butt with the rest and cleaned up the bathroom. You pulled your sleeves back down and slid your sweats back on.
You cleaned up the bathroom, putting the butts in the trash and laying the blade back in the drawer, "see you soon."
You weakly walked back to the couch where you were before the one person party.
Jack opened the door and instantly looked at you, "y/n, you were smoking."
You looked down and nodded.
"Babe, your eyes are extremely red," he sat down next to you, he put his hand on your thigh with "deeper" written on it. You winced.
"What the hell did you do?" He pushes your chin up to look at him in the eyes.
You couldn't gather your words, you opened you mouth but nothing came out but the horrible crack that you get when you try to hold in your tears. You broke down in his arms. He wrapped his arms around your fragile body.
"Baby?" He whispers. "Can I see?"
You lift your head from his chest. You take off you hoodie revealing every make you have made before and the new ones. You start untying the string on your sweats slowly pulling them down and stepping out of them.
"Y/n," he starts to cry. "I'm sorry, they made you do this to yourself they have no right to say that about you."
You go back to sit next to him. He removes his shirt and helps you put it on.
"Baby, your not fat," he pulls you in to cuddle on the couch. "You're perfect. I promise, every little thin is gonna be alright."
You both feel asleep with a few sobs and the sound of each others heart beat.
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I warned you.
I'm doing alright.
💕"live simply, so others can simply live," -matthew lee espinosa💕
😁smile, I know it's hard some times, but I know you're strong enough😁
//Makayla\\
-2 days clean as of 24/11/14-
