TW: SH, depression, anxiety

George and Dream have raised you since you were a baby, seeing as Dream is your biological father.

You're now sixteen, and you had been struggling with your mental health for quite a while.

Today, you got home from school after a pretty bad day, and went straight up to your room, trying to contain tears. You had one particular urge again, that terrible addiction was kicking your ass. As you laid in your bed, you rolled up your sleeve to be met with all those familiar white and red lines. It was an addiction you couldn't recover from.

You let your unclothed arm fall onto your chest as tears streamed down the sides of your face.