Warnings⚠: Mentions of depression, self-harm, and possibly suicidal thoughts.
(Your outfit)
I had just finished cutting myself. 'Why would you do that?' You may ask. Well here's why. I rather feel the physical pain rather than the mental. And maybe, just maybe, I hope it kills me someday.
I cleaned off my cuts with alcohol wipes. I threw the wipes away and then covered them with bandages. I then cleaned off my razor and hid it back under the sink.
As I came out I saw Peter sitting on my bed. I quickly covered up my cuts, hoping he didn't see them. He looked at me concerned before saying, "Your mom said I could wait I here. Are you okay? "
"I'm fine, " I said with a fake smile, lying to him. I was tugging at my sleeves, trying to hide the cuts on my wrist from him.
"No you're not. I know when you're lying. What's wrong? What are you hiding? " Peter said.
"Nothing, I swear, " I say, lying once again. I hated lying to him, but I didn't want him to know that I cut myself.
"You can tell me anything, " Peter said. He grabbed my hand. I didn't even realize his hand was sliding up my arm until it was to late. My sleeve rode up my arm. He saw my bandages.
I quickly pulled away and covered it back up. "Did you cut yourself? " Peter asked. Tears came to my eyes. I opened my mouth to say something, but then closed it, not knowing what to say.
"Why do this to yourself Y/n? " Peter asked. I looked down. Tears were still streaming down my face.
"It's better, " I said.
"Better than what Y/n? " Peter asked.
"Better than thinking about how worthless and pathetic I am. How my life isn't worth living. How I don't matter, " I said.
"None of that is true. You are not worthless because you are worth everything to me. You are no where near pathetic. You're life is worth living because there are people that love you and care for you. And you matter so much to me, " Peter said.
I hugged him and cried into his shoulder. I smiled slightly and said, "Thank you, Peter. "
"It's all true. So it's all you. I love you Y/n, so please promise me you'll stop cutting. Promise me that you will talk to me when you are down instead, " Peter said.
"I promise Peter. And I love you too, " I said before I kissed him.
