Trigger warning: Self harm mentioning.
POV: Reader
You had cut your wrists and legs several times to let out all the pain. To let out the anger. To let out the frustration. You couldn´t control the impulse anymore. It was a daily ritual that helped you feel relaxed and calm. You tried to hide the scars and marks. You lied to those who saw them, saying you had to help an elderly person put a violent cat in a cat carrier. You said you watched their cat and it hated to have humans that weren´t the owners around.
You are sitting in your bathroom all alone. No one would be bothering you anytime soon. You looked into the mirror. You´re eyes look hollow, emotionless, numb and tired. The dark purple rings below your eyes made you almost look like a raccoon. You didn´t care anymore about that. You turned some music on your phone. You selected your favorite song.
Once your music was playing you took out your razor. You placed it on the side of the tub. You stepped into the tub. You glared at the drain. After losing focus in your favorite song, you regain your thoughts. You look at the razor. You pull up your sleeves. There are stripes all up and down your wrists. You stare at your arms. The cuts were usually shorter, but there were a few deep cuts. You frowned as tears streamed from your eyes. You feel so overwhelmed with emotions. Just as you are about to grab your razor, you hear a deep sad voice, usually it was cheery. You recognize it from a popular cereal commercial.
¨I know I said earn your stripes , . . . but I didn't mean like this . . .¨ Tony the tiger was standing there through teary eyed vision. He wraps his arms around you in a hug to console you and he whispers in your ear, ¨Please find a safer outlet . . . You are cared for, you are loved and you are special and amazing. Sometimes you just need a friend." He hugs you tightly while you sob. Soon he fades away and so do your tears. He helped you remember, you are not alone.