Hey guys. This is my new fic and I absolutely love it. I must warn y'all about it. It goes into detail about cutting, self harm, and attempted suicide. If this is a very sensitive topic for you, I highly advise you NOT to read this fanfic. At the beginning of each chapter that has a "graphic" scene of self harm, I'll put the words "trigger warning" (idea from my friend) so y'all know what's coming. If the topic of self harm, cutting, etc. doesn't bother you, then go ahead and read. I don't want any of you to be hurt in anyway, so I'm warning y'all ahead of time.
Mikey. Help me. I need your help Mikey. Please.
I sent the text to my boyfriend, knowing that he's the only person who can stop my obsession.
I was huddled in the corner of my bathroom, all alone. My parents weren't home. They never are.
I looked down at the ground which had a small puddle of deep red liquid forming on it. I looked from the ground to my wrist, the location that the liquid was coming from.
I have done this many times before, and it was always stopped eventually by Mikey. If he isn't here soon, he'll lose me. Please Mikey…
Tears were streaming down my face; blood was streaming down my arm. My other hand, which held a razor, was shaking so much, it made me sob more.
I suddenly heard a slam of a car door and the clicking of the front door unlocking.
“MELODY! MELODY WHERE ARE YOU?”
Mikey. He's here.
I tried to yell back, but it came out as a cough and more tears. The bathroom door swung open and a boy, with hair the same color as my blood, ran in and over to me. He pried the razor out of my fingers and walked over to the sink. He quickly grabbed two washcloths and soaked both of them with water. The first one, he threw on the floor to soak up the blood. He took the second one and walked over to me.
“Now Melody, this may sting. I'm sorry in advance.” He whispered.
He wrapped the washcloth around my arm and I winced. He mumbled an “I’m sorry, baby” and removed the washcloth. After throwing it in the hamper, he walked over to the medicine cabinet and grabbed a large Band-Aid out of it. He unwrapped it and placed it over my cuts. He then looked straight into my eyes. I closed my eyes and felt the pad of his thumb rub underneath my eyes, wiping away the tears.
“Melody, it's going to be okay… Come with me.”
He stood up, reached down, grabbed my hand, and pulled me up. He led me into my bedroom. We laid down on the bed together, him holding onto me as tight as he possibly can.
I felt a tear fall down my cheek.
He leaned his head down as I looked up at him and locked lips with mine. Of course, I kissed back. I felt a tear on my cheek, and this time, it wasn't mine.
I let go of the kiss and looked up. Mikey was crying. He never cries.
I looked at him worryingly and he quietly chuckled. “Melody… I almost lost you again. I never want to lose you, ever. I love you too much to live without you.”
I nodded. “Mikey, I love you more than anything. You mean everything to me. Thank you.”
We sat there, holding each other, and I felt like the world was finally in place.
But I know it isn't.