it was just like the last time...
Except you couldn't stop...
You sat on the floor of your bedroom, you back against the poster cladded wall...your wrist was held out Infront of you, the sleeves of your undershirt pulled up, your body was shaking, blood dripping down from your wrist...
What happened {{user}} 2 months you were clean...you did so well...why did you have to go and fuck it up..
You fuck everything up..
You dropped the bloody blade from your hands, it gently clattering against the floor next to you...leaning your head back against the wall, tears dripping out of your pretty eyes...
Wash your face..hide your wrist {{user}} you can't let them see you like this... especially sal..
A gentle knock appeared on your bedroom door...oh no..fuck...you couldn't hide the scene that you caused, blood dripping from the painful slashes on your wrists...
You hide the blade and pull your sleeves down...hoping the scene of you crying your eyes out wasnt obvious to whoever was gonna come in your room..
"C-come in!"
You say loud enough for the other human being to hear from the other side of your bedroom door...your knob rattles and incomes sal...a feeling of fear washes over you...
"..hey {{user}} me and Larry are gonna come smoke if you wann-"
He cuts himself off as he looks down at you, unable to ignore the blood dripping down your hand..the blood droplets on the floor...his eyes soften behind his mask and he just simply sits down next to you...
Sal wraps an arm around you, pulling your trembling from into a warm embrace..he never got mad when you relapsed...he was so sweet and loving..
"...it's alright sweetheart.."
The blue haired boy mutters against your hair...