Greta Van Fleet Imagines

One Day At a Time (Danny Wagner)

Warning: Mentions of self harm and suicide 

"You can pick what movie we watch tonight." Danny adjusted himself on the couch, unfolding a blanket and laying it over his lap.

You were looking forward to this night all week. Between school, work, and the boy's crazy schedule, it was rare that you ever got to spend time alone with your boyfriend. So, when you checked your work schedule and saw that you finally had a Saturday night off, you immediately made plans, even if it was just watching movies on the couch together.

Kneeling on the floor in front of the tv you began to rummage through the Wagner's DVD collection. Since you had your back to Danny, you didn't notice him staring at your arm. You were preoccupied with looking for the perfect movie. You didn't realize the sleeve of your hoodie had fallen, exposing what you did last night.

After a minute of indecisiveness, you settled on Forrest Gump. You popped the DVD in the player and made your way back to the couch. Danny watched as you reached for the remote on the coffee table. The sleeve of your hoodie shifted again, confirming his suspicions. You were just about to hit play when he gently placed his hand on top of yours, lowering the remote. You turned to look at him, confusion evident on your face.

"Y/N, before we start the movie, can we talk about something? That is if it's okay with you." Danny pulled his hand back to his lap, nervously playing with his fingers.

"Sure, Danny. What's wrong?" You questioned.

"It's about the marks on your arm," Danny spoke softly. His voice was so quiet you weren't sure you heard him right. But you looked down at your arm and saw the angry red marks peeking out from under your sleeve. Once it sunk in that he knew you felt your heartbeat increase as the panic set in. No one knew about your secret.

"Yes." Your voice was equally as quiet as his.

"Why?" It was a simple question, yet the most difficult one to answer.

"I-I don't know." You stuttered, playing with the edge of your sleeve. "I had a bad day at work yesterday. I was stressed from that along with school. My anxiety has been getting worse. I guess it was just too much, and I snapped." You explained as stray tears found their way down your face.

Danny gently brushed his thumb against your cheek, wiping away your tears. "How long has this been happening?"

"Last night was the first time in a while." You watched Danny process what you were saying.

"Do you want to talk about it?" He questioned.

Having met Danny after high school meant he knew nothing about your past. You were usually a quiet person and rarely told anyone about your childhood. But you knew it had to come out eventually. Especially if you saw a future with Danny and you did.

"It started when I was in 8th grade. I came from a small school where everyone was friends with everyone, except me. I was the quiet girl that sat in the corner and drew in her notebook. For some reason, that made me the perfect target. The girls in my class used to make comments about me. They would break my stuff and throw it back at me. My mom even got into a fight with the one girl's parents over it. Not that it solved anything. All it did was make things worse for me at school." You couldn't believe you were telling him all of this. "I only had one real friend in school, but she never knew just how much everything affected me."

"What made you start?" Danny questioned as he gently took hold of your hands.

"I was only twelve. I didn't know how to handle my emotions. For me, it was easier to focus on the pain of a cut rather than the emotional pain." You watched Danny's expression change as you spoke. You knew he'd never say it, but his heart broke for you. He wished he could take it all away and make you forget about everything.