𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐍 𝐆𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐒

CH4- THE WRISTS YOU ALLEGEDLY SLIT

Ryan stood, towering over (Y/N), her razor in hand. His eyes were glistening, as if he were about to cry. He bent down to get a better look at (Y/N), now seeing all the cuts and new bruises. He looked at her arm and to the razor. Her arm was bleeding– not severely enough for a visit to the hospital.

Taking a deep breath he began to speak in a shaky voice, "Why do you do this?" He gently grabbed her arm as a way to show her what he was talking about. "I've seen you with cuts before... but why? Why would you slit your wrists?" He brought up her wrist a bit higher for her to look at, "I don't understand."

A flash of guilt went through (Y/N). She never meant to hurt him. But anyway, why would he, of all people, care? He pities you. Look what you've done. You can never do anything right, can you? You always have to mess something up, don't you?

Hesitantly, (Y/N) told him the truth. The truth of why she allegedly slit her wrists.
"Because it takes the pain away." She looked down in shame. Now that she had said it out loud it sounded so lame. Like she was a weak little creature, desperate for attention. But she wasn't. She had a real problem.

Ryan gently put her wrist down and, proceeded to gently lift her chin up with his hand. His hands were so soft, it felt as though she had been touched by a feather. Looking deeply into her (E/C) eyes, searching for any lies. It wasn't as though he didn't believe her. He did. The thing was, he wanted there to be a lie. He didn't want her to be sad and to do this because– as she had said– it took the pain away.

"No, it doesn't. It just distracts you. Distracts you from what you're truly hurting about inside."

His smooth voice resonated inside her head. Did he really mean that? No. What makes you think that? He sounded so genuine though. . .

Getting up from his original crouching spot, Ryan got up, "Come on, let's get you cleaned up. I'm sure I can find some bandages in my bag." He stretched his arm out to (Y/N),

"Oh yeah! Sorry! Here, I got you." He had remembered what she had done to her arm. Though it was only one arm and she could've easily gotten up, he liked being able to help her.

He bent down once again, this time placing his arm under hers and lifting her up. He slowly walked her over to the sink and washed his hands first before, gently grabbing her arm and putting it into the water. He got some soap and washed away the blood that was on her arm.

He then quickly went to grab something from his bag. It was hand sanitizer.

"I hope you don't mind me squirting some of this on your arm? I-its mostly alcohol so it would help disinfect your cuts-" His voice was cut off by the bell ringing. "I guess class is over."

(Y/N) started to stammer, "It's-it's fine. You can get some of that on my arm." She flashed a smile. Hoping he wouldn't leave, just yet. She was enjoying spending time with him, even if it was him cleaning her wounds in the girls' bathroom. The girl's bathroom. He was still in the girls' bathroom!

(Y/N)'s eyes widened. Realisation hitting her like a ton of bricks. "Ryan, you're still in the girl's bathroom!" His eyes widened along with hers as, he stuttered out a, "O-oh yeah." He started giving her the sanitizer and the bandages and spoke quickly, "Ok! I want you to squirt some of that on your cuts– it might sting– then I want you to put those bandages on your arm, wrap it well. I'll see you after school so I better see them." He muttered a quick farewell and left the girl's bathroom.

Hello! I hope you are well and safe!
-Dana