Nick and Charlie-one shots

blood⛔️

Notes: Nick and Charlie live in an apartment (5 years in future) it's currently 3 am and Charlie is in the bathroom.

Charlie's pov:

The blade is cold. It's so flimsy anytime it moves it threatens to cut my fingers. I push the edge of the blade to my wrist, sliding it. I don't like to drag it all across, I like to have smallish-medium cuts covering my wrists. I avoid where I can see my veins, scared of going too deep and damaging it.

I cry silently while letting the blood drop to the floor. I'll clean it after. I cry silently, not wanting to wake up Nick. After finishing I open the drawer under the sink and take the box in the back I've been hiding. I put the blade back inside carefully and tuck it to the back of the drawer. I pull my sleeves down.

I hear a sudden knock and I jump.
"Charlie?" I hear a low voice call out.

"Hurry up hun I gotta use the bathroom."oh god. I have to clean it quick. I quickly grab toilet paper and tried to clean it up. I hear more knocks.

"Charlie? Please hurry up." Shit okay it's clean enough. I throw the bloody paper in the toilet and covered it up with more toilet paper. I open the door. Nick rushes past me and enters the bathroom. He uses it and then I hear something fall.

"Shit." I knock on the door, "are you okay Nicky?" I don't hear a response. I open the door and see him holding the tissues covered in fresh blood.

He looks at me. "Did you... char?" I start tearing up and walk to the bedroom covering myself with blankets. He follows behind me and hugs me. He rubs his hands up my arms. Avoiding my wrists.

"I love you." He whispers in my ear and kisses my forehead. I start to cry and he holds me tighter.

"I love you more."

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Short story so sorry😭

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