#vanessamartinez

A/N: When you see H/N, you choose to imagine which ever member of the band to go along with the preference.

  I dedicate this to those who time and again, encounter hardships. Simply a reminder that self-harm should never be an option. Your value does not decrease based on someone’s inability to see your worth.

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Taking a profound breath through gasps and tears, you tore through your room and then into the bathroom, pulling out your razor blade from the shower.

  ‘Can I actually do this?’ You asked yourself, it’s been so long. About five months since you had started dating H/N, you had not once cut yourself with a razor blade. This one thing that happened, made you lose it.

  Another tear rolled down your cheek and you trailed the blade down your skin. It did not feel as numb as it did five months ago. It hurt a bit, sure, but you could not help but feel relieved. 

  You did not notice H/N in the bathroom until he took the blade from your hands. Not once in the whole time you had known him had you seen him cry, but today you did.

“NO! WHY? Y/N WHY ON EARTH WOULD YOU DO THIS?” he yelled. He grabbed a nearby shirt from the sink table and wrapped it around your bleeding arm.

   You couldn’t breathe, your throat seemed to close every time you intended to speak. H/N held you, the both of you crying.

“For how much?” he asked after a few moments. His eyes were red, as well as his entire face.

“I can’t remember…”

“Why? Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I don’t… I don’t know.”

“We need to get you help (Y/N). I can’t let you hurt yourself.” he said as he rubbed your back gently.