Colby Imagines

He finds out: pt. 1

Trigger warning: Self Harm
Colby wasn't  going to be home for a couple more hours, and you had, had a rough day. You plopped down on the couch, laying your head back and looking up at the ceiling. Your car had broken down, you got in a fight with Colby that morning, and you were stressing about work you still had to do.
You had struggled with self harm as a teenager, and no one knew. Not even your parents, your best friend, or Colby. You had gotten pulled back into a couple times, but you were able to stop. Today you felt the need, a burning need to feel the blade against your skin. You went to yours and Colby's bedroom and got changed into comfy clothes, (you didn't want to get anything on your nice clothes). You went into the bathroom, eager to fill your need to cut. You dug through your drawer of Bobby pins, hair ties, and old makeup to find the blades/razors you had stashed so Colby wouldn't find them.
As the metal sunk into your wrists the stress floated away and your body relaxed. The second one was even better, you even felt good, but you felt guilty for doing this too yourself. You quickly remembered how you almost got caught because your friend saw the marks in your wrist, to you pulled of your pants and continued on you upper thighs, but it wasn't good enough. Fuck it. You said to yourself, you sunk the blade back into your wrist, it didn't hurt, you had gotten used to the feeling. You looked at the time, and stopped and started washing the blood off of your arms and thighs. You needed to give the wounds time to heal a bit before Colby came home, just so that they would be less noticeable. You put an oversized sweatshirt on, and used the sleeves to cover the cuts. Sam was out too so you had the whole apartment to yourself. You went into the living area and turned on the TV and got out your work. You were going to school online so you could stay with Colby, and so far it's been one of the best decisions you had ever made. The good days you guys had beat out the bad ones, and you wouldn't change anything for the world. You loved Colby even though you had your fair share of fights, and you are happy, happier as you have ever been. He's why the cutting (almost) stopped, and he's helped you through so much. You thought about how hurt he would be to find out what your were doing to yourself, and guilt quickly over came you. You laid down on the couch, placing your hands behind your head. I have to stop. You said to yourself, for Colby.
A couple hours later:

"Babe, I'm home!" Colby says as he walks in the door.
"Hey," you say getting of the couch.
"What's wrong?" He asks walking over to you.
You put your hands behind you back as he get closer, "nothing, I've just had a rough day." You say.
"How come he says," he says, as you start to tell him why, he interrupts, "wait, before you say anything I just wanted to say I'm really sorry for what happened this morning," he comes over and takes your hands which you had out at your sides, "I was just really stressed, and-" you stop him.
"It's fine," you say, letting go of his hand and sitting back down.
"Really?" He says, almost confused.
"Colby, it's fine," you say, slouching and looking up at him.
"Ok, good. Well, I'm going to go take a shower, so," he pauses, "yah."
He left the room and you were left in the silence.
Half an hour later Sam get home and Colby comes out of your room.
"I got food!" Sam said from the kitchen.
You both quickly went to help him out the food away. As you were getting everything out of the plastic back you pull up your sleeves out of force-of-habit. Colby stops, immediately noticing your wrists. Sam had been talking but as soon as he sees Colby looking at you arm he looks too. You stop slowly, looking at both of them, then slowly looking down at your wrists. You quickly pulled your sleeves down and ran to your room, slamming the door with tears swelling in your eyes. How could you be so stupid?! You think to yourself, punching your leg.
"Y/N, unlock the door!" Colby yells, "please," he says quietly.
You don't say anything, you just continue to cry.
"Come on, Y/N, can we just talk," Colby says laying his head on the door.
"Y/N, we're worried," Sam says, "can you just unlock the door?"
"Go away!" You yell in the midst of crying.
"You know we can't do that," Sam says. You knew he was right. You knew you should unlock the door, but you didn't. You sat there, on the edge of the bed, heaving and crying, rubbing you thighs and rocking back and forth.
"Y/N, please, I'm begging you," Colby says, his voice shaky.
"Yah, come on," Sam adds.
You get up quickly and unlock the door, rushing back to your spot on the bed.
"Can I talk to her first?" Colby asks Sam.
"Yah, man, of course," Sam gives him a pat on the back and walks to his room.

Too be continued

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