I Need You

6

TW's:
-SELF HARM

BadBoyHalo's POV

'WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?'

'Sorry, I-.'

'Go away.'

'I'm sorry, Bad- I was-.'

'Go away.'

'Where do I go?'

'AWAY FROM ME.'

'But I drove 3 hours.'

'I don't care, you're just fake. You looking through my stuff.'

'Because I'm so worried.'

'Why? There is nothing wrong.'

'Nothing wrong? My goodness, Bad. I walk in here, you're laying there just like you're dead, completely cut open. As soon as you wake up, you start crying and hyperventilating.'

'It's nothing, I don't need you.'

'You do need me.'

'I DON'T.'

'Are you literally just sending me away? I'm not going, I can't trust this situation. What if you kill yourself?'

'Oh, because you would care so much. You always act like you care, but you don't! I have never been your first choice, I'm always just some second thing. No one loves me, no one. Why would you care if I cut myself to death? I want to cut whenever, I don't need you.'

'Please, Darryl.'

'WHAT?'

'You're my best friend, not my second choice. I cancelled all my plans to be here with you.'

'And you come here to look through my stuff?'

'I wanted to protect you. You're not ugly and fat or whatever you think. You're so beau-.'

'SHUT UP, don't lie to me.'

'But I'm serious.'

'No, you're not. Leave!'

'Fine.'

Skeppy stood up and I saw tears in his eyes. I didn't know what was wrong with me. I was never like this, but I just couldn't tell him what was going on. I didn't want to and he invaded my privacy. Skeppy closed the door behind him and I sat down. It only took five minutes before I could here Skeppy softly cry. He was calling someone.

'Dream?'

'Skeppy, are you crying?'

'Help me.'

'What's up?'

'Help.'

'Yeah. With what?'

'Bad isn't okay, I drove over here to him and he sent me away. He cut himself.'

'Never get mad, but stay proud when they are clean for even a day. Don't force him into staying clean, but let him know you are with him.'

'But he sent me away.'

'Keep going back, keep telling him you care about him, because he isn't believing that now.'

'Have you ever seen the comments on his videos?'

'No?'

'He gets bullied so badly. They all tell him to die.'

'What the heck? For real? I literally never saw that.'

'Yes, it broke me. He thinks he is my second choice, but I love him so much.'

I decided not to listen anymore. He was just lying. He didn't love me at all and if he did, he never loved me as much as I loved him. Why did I love him? I didn't know. I knew nothing. All I knew was the extreme pain I had. My arms hurt more than ever and I felt like crying. I went way too deep this time. I felt bad for screaming at Skeppy. He was still on the phone with Dream, crying. I walked to my desk, Skeppy took my blades, but he didn't know I had more left. I hid them. I opened some things and picked up a box. I opened it and it revealed 3 blades. I took one and wrapped the bandages off my arms.

Just a few cuts wouldn't hurt anyone. I started cutting myself again, it was addictive. I felt better when I did it. As soon as I realised I went even deeper than last time, I startled. Blood streamed down and this time even worse than last time. I didn't take long before I started feeling lightheaded. I was losing too much blood. Maybe I didn't need Skeppy, but I needed his advice.

'Skeppy?' I whispered too quiet. He didn't hear me since he was still on the phone with Dream.

'Help.'

He didn't hear me again. My voice got weaker and weaker and I felt so bad. I had a lot of pain and I got dizzy. I grabbed my desk, but I couldn't stand up anymore. My knees got weaker. I fell down on the ground and hit my head. I passed out within a second.

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