You wiped your (y/e/c) eyes as you pulled the cool, metal blade over your skin. You knew Anthony wouldn't want you to do this. He wouldn't find out though, you would make sure of it. You hear the front door slam and Anthony yells.
"I'm home!"
Shit. You quickly wrap your arm in a bandage and pull your sleeves down.
"(Y/N) Where are you?" Anthony asks, sounding a bit worried.
"I'm in the bathroom, one minute!" You yell back, nervous that he'll walk in.
You hear footsteps and then a knock on the door.
"(Y/N)? Everything okay in there?"
"Y-Yeah, just fine" You say, your voice starting to get a bit shaky.
"(Y/N), seriously, what's wrong?" Anthony asks, his voice raising an octave as he starts to get nervous as well.
You just break down crying, you've hidden it from him for so long, he can't find out now.
"(Y/N), I'm coming in!" Anthony yells, pushing open the door, not sure what to expect.
"Oh my god, what's wrong (Y/N), tell me!" Anthony says to you, nearly in tears as he sees your broken down state of despair.
You sob as you pull up your sleeve.
"Oh (Y/N)...Why do you do this?" He asks.
"Because I'm me! I'm stupid and I'm ugly and no-one likes me."
"Hey, look at me (Y/N). You are not stupid, or ugly. And I don't like you. I love you." Anthony says too you while wiping your tears. "You are one of the most intelligent, beautiful girls I know, and any guy would be lucky to have you."
You sit and cry with him for a while.
"So promise, you will never harm yourself again?" Anthony asks.
"I promise."