Evan Peters Imagines

Bad day

     Today is a bad day. I'm depressed and agoraphobic. I am so sad and so down but I don't know why. Evan is on set today. I wish he was here. He always makes me feel better. I skulk around the house looking for something to do. I avoid my phone because there's always hate on my Twitter and Instagram from fans of Evan.
    I just walk around the house crying about nothing. I walk into the bathroom and open the medicine cabinet. My razors are there. Still. I thought Evan threw them out. I pick them up and pull one out of the case. I stare at the familiar blade. It's silver complexion. It's cold touch on my skin. I cut. Not deep. But enough to sting. "Y/N stop!" I look up in the mirror and see Evan. I didn't even hear him come in. Let some come home. I drop the blade in the trash. "Sorry." I whisper.
    He grabs some gauze from the medicine cabinet and presses it against my cut. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I promised I wouldn't. I'm sorry I'm so-" Evan cuts me off. " Y/N don't apologize. Don't. I'm mad. Not at you. Just mad. And sad. And I'm sorry for not being here. "
   I shake my head and lean into his chest. "It's not your fault. I just had a bad day."

This is so short I am Sooo sorry