days||f.w x reader [COMPLETED]

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WARNING; this chapter contains descriptions of self harm.

"I'm sorry."

Finn sniffles looking down.

"I'm so sorry."

His vision became blurred from tears.

"I can't."

He shook his head.

He opened his hand and looking at the razor he had broken open from a sharpener he had in his book bag next to him that also held his clothes and other things.

He moved the blade around the light reflecting off of it.

He cried again closing his eyes.

"I can't." He repeated his voice cracking.

He moved out of the chair into the bathroom connected to the room and closed the door.

He didn't want her to see him.
He knew she couldn't.
But he felt like she could.

He sat down against the wall.

He pulled his knees to his chest and looked down at his arms.

Deciding.

He sighed and pulled up his hoodie sleeves.

Shakingly pressing the blade to his wrist gliding it across.

Finn had never done this.

Blood quickly filled the first cut.

He made another.

More following that one.

He dropped the razor blood going down his arm.

He'd never been this low.