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Stefan - Changes (+ IMPORTANT MESSAGE)

request: Hey can you do one where Stefan self harms because Damon said something mean and then he finds out and Stefan finally tells him how bad he feels when Damon treats him that way and Damon change. Please????👻

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Stefan groaned as he slit his wrists over and over again. Damn healing abilities. Couldn't they just let him suffer? He knew what he had to do. He had to bleed himself out to the point where he wouldn't be able to heal anymore.

All of this trouble just because of Damon. But this wasn't really Damon's fault was it? No. Damon had told he truth. He had been right when he said that Stefan was a stupid, worthless piece of shit. That he hated him and would never do anything for him again. That he would make his life miserable because that was what Stefan had deserved.

His life was indeed miserable, and he hated every part of it. Damon was right. He deserved this. He deserved it all. Stefan barely noticed when his sight became clouded and he became dizzy. One nap. One nap would be fine, Stefan thought.

He woke up to Damon's helpless cries, something wet on his skin. Water maybe? or could it be tears? Damon never cried. His body was shaken violently making him even dizzier.

"WAKE UP YOU IDIOT!" Damon screamed. "WAKE UP!"

But Stefan was awake wasn't he? Everything was dark, but he could hear Damon and feel him so he must have been awake. Damon whimpered.

"Wake up, Stefan, please," Damon whispered, cradling him and crying into his messy hair. He kept mumbling pleas into Stefan's hair and Stefan wanted to reach his hand up to Damon's face and calm him down like he had seen their mother do once. Only problem was that Stefan couldn't raise his arm.

He was lowered onto the floor again and Damon started pressing towels against the deep cuts on Stefan's arms. He sobbed silently while doing so. Then he cleaned them with alcohol. An action that made it sting insanely much and made Stefan wince a groan in pain.

"Stefan?!" Damon gasped and lifted Stefan's head into his lap. "Open your eyes, Stefan."

Stefan's eyes opened into tiny slits and he saw Damon's blue eyes above him. He saw the hope and sorrow in Damon's eyes.

"Stay awake," Damon begged and ran to find a blanket which he threw over Stefan.

"Why would you do this? Why?" Damon whispered, thinking that Stefan didn't hear it.

"You hate me," Stefan said with his raspy voice.

"You really think so? You did this because you thought I hate you?"

Stefan felt his insides burn with shame and he didn't answer Damon's questions. Damon knew what that meant.

"I don't hate you Stefan. I don't." He said, eyes filling with tears.

"It makes me sad when you-,"

"I'm sorry!" Damon cut him off. "God, Stefan, I promise I will change. I promise!"