*Trigger Warning: Self-harm/Suicidal ideation/Depression*
Day's POV: When he gets to Vanessa's house
"Hey, what are you doing here?" Vannie asked as she opened the door.
"Can't I just come visit my favorite person?" I pouted as I kissed her cheek and walked in.
"I'm sorry, Dayveonne, now's just not a good time." She sighed as she closed the door.
She looked exhausted. I noticed the way she was standing, with her arms covered, and knew I had to pop the question.
"Are you hurting yourself?" I asked.
"W-W-What do you mean?" She gasped.
"You can tell me if you are, I can help you." I comforted.
"I'm not hurting myself. Where would you get that idea?" She snapped.
"Vanessa, you've been really sad for a while, and I'm sorry for not noticing it sooner, but something's going on and I want to help you. Just let me help you." I said.
A tear slipped from her eye as she sat down on the couch. Then rolled up her sleeves, which were covered in fresh and old scars. I put my head down in sadness, but then I knew I had to be strong for her.
"I'm sorry." She sniffled.
"What happened that triggered this?" I asked as I pulled her closer to me.
"My parents are getting a divorce and they blame me. They started arguing over the fact that I've been depressed for a while. I didn't want to go to therapy because I have no idea why I felt that way before, so then they started fighting, bringing up problems they already had in their relationship, and my dad filed for divorce." She explained.
"I'm so sorry." I gasped as I hugged her.
"Everything hurts. I don't want to be here anymore. I don't want to be alive." She sobbed.
I rubbed her back as I let out a shaky sigh. My Vannie wants to kill herself? I couldn't let her do that to herself.
"Vanessa, killing yourself won't change anything." I started.
"I can't handle this though, Day. I just can't." She sniffled.
"You can. You're gonna get through this, and I'm gonna be here for you." I comforted.
"Day, how can you help me? You don't understand." She whined.
"I do, to an extent." I admitted.
"What?" She questioned.
"Under all my bracelets... are my scars. Two years ago, I was at a low point like where you are now. I almost attempted with my grandma's gun, but she caught me before I did it. I'm glad she stopped me. There are so many things I would've missed out on. Meeting my siblings, including the triplets, reuniting with my mom, and meeting you. None of those things would've happened if I had given up completely. I know at the moment cutting feels great, but we both know that after that it feels terrible. You know you wanna quit. Let me help you." I explained.
She buried her head in my chest as she started sobbing. I hugged her tightly and comforted her until she was done and ready to continue talking, which was about five minutes.
"Thank you for being here." She said.
"I'll always be here for you, Vannie. I love you too much to let you go." I admitted.
She looked back up at me with wide eyes, then started crying again.
"I love you too." She sobbed.
I chuckled lightly as she snuggled up against me. Not how I was expecting our first "I love you" to go, but hey, it happened!
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Teen FictionEssence King's life is like a constant roller coaster, she can't ever catch a break. Somehow, she has to figure out how to navigate her messy life. All while also trying to explore herself as a person. She feels like she can't trust anyone, and you'...
