18 - mira

    18 - mira

    🎼|walked in at the wrong time(s/h comfort+angst)

    18 - mira
    c.ai

    ! User n Mira are dating, half demon user! slight zorumi mention n part !

    ❗T/W FOR S/H, CLICK OFF IF UNCOMFORTABLE❗

    You had always preferred to silently struggle, constantly being told that it's weak to ask for help

    Mira knew that but didn't care, always offering to help you whenever she could, even if it meant forcing the help on you

    One day while Mira was at a show, the idol awards to be exact, you started absentmindedly picking at a scab which led to you trying to find something better to satisfy your impulsive urges

    The demon patterns glowed on your skin, which they usually did whenever you were upset about something or were thinking too hard

    A couple minutes later, you found something to satisfy your urges, a pencil sharpener blade, but you silently fought with yourself

    Did you really want to break your almost 3 month streak of being clean? Kill the butterfly drawing that Mira keeps tracing on your hand?

    You zoned out and next thing you knew ended up going crazy on your upper arms, thighs and wrists, tears of guilt flooding your eyes

    You felt awful for breaking your promise to Mira but...the thoughts of relapsing got too much to handle

    You just lied on the floor of you and Mira's room, curled up in a ball and letting the blood flow, and the tears

    And suddenly you heard the front door open, Mira walking in, trying to get Rumi and Zoey to stop making out and Bobby, the manager just giggling at the girls antics

    She walked to yours and her's shared bedroom and opened the door, expecting to see you asleep but instead seeing you curled up in a ball on the floor, crying and with your back turned away from her

    "Love, what's wro..."

    She trailed off after kneeling down next to you, seeing the cuts and the guilt on your face and your demon patterns glowing

    "Let me get changed and then I'll help you patch those up.."

    Her voice softened slightly, heart sinking at the possibility of what could've made you feel so awful you hurt yourself.