#65

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by taylorhopee

by taylorhopee

Cuts

"Stupid Whore, You don't deserve Michael!" I bite back tears as I scroll through my twitter feed.

I quietly slip into the bathroom, and open the door, shutting it behind me, and locking it.

I slowly open the drawer, and grab the small box, that Michael thinks contains hair bows.

Lie, my blades. I pick one up, and bite my lip, quickly I press it across my thigh.

A small sting runs across my hip, that doesn't stop me, quickly I run my blade across my thigh 4 more times, making 5 cuts.

Tears leak down my face, my mind replays all the hate, causing me to run the blade across my thigh 2 more times. Tears stream down my face.

I hear a key jiggle in the lock to our flat, shit, shit, shit.

"BABE! I'm home!"

"Hannah! LET ME IN!" He screams, by now he's figured out why I'm in the bathroom, not responding.

"Babe! Please!" I don't respond trying to get this cleaned up, as fast as possible.

He unlocks the door with a key, staring down at me, blade in hand, cloth pressed against my thigh.

"Hannah, no. Give that to me." He says, taking the bloody blade from me.

He wraps his arms around me, kissing my forehead.

"Please just stop babe? Give me all your blades now!" He says.

Too numb to move, hips hurt to much.

"Up there, where my hair bows are." I sigh, hissing in pain.

"I'm confiscating these, you aren't using them again. I'm gonna help you through this okay?" I nod.

"Can you move?"

"It hurts if I do." I whimper.

He smiles slightly, and picks me up, setting us on the couch, cuddling to watch movies.

Michael didn't even ask why, he just took away my blades, and held me tight. He couldn't be a better boyfriend.

A/N I started school, updates will get slower.