I promised myself I would never do it again.
I thought I was strong, but I guess I was wrong. you think to yourself.
You sit on the cold tiles of the bathroom. Your eyes are red from crying, and there are streaks going down you face from tears. I'm such a bad person. You think. They don't have to find out. You keep thinking. You bring the knife to your thigh. It's the knife that Dean gave you for your birthday.
You lightly drag the blade across your skin, pressing ever so slightly. Red beads start to form in a line. You drag the blade across your skin again; this time a little deeper. You watch in awe as the red liquid starts pouring out. You repeat this over and over again.
Slash.
Slash
Slash.
Your legs are bleeding so much that you get dizzy. But there is something pleasing about the dizziness.
Knock Knock Knock. You hear someone banging against the door.
"Hey, (Y/N) are you okay in there?" asks Dean
"Yeah i'm fine Dean," you slur out.
"(Y/N) you don't sound fine," states Sam.
"That's it were coming in," said Dean. The door broke off the hinges and fell to the ground.
"OH MY GOD (Y/N)," shrieks Sam. Sam pushes Dean out of the way to rush to your side. "We need to get her cleaned up, NOW." Dean snapped out of his trance and grabbed the First Aid Kit. You feel your eyes get heavy, you just want to sleep.
"Hey (Y/N) keep your eyes on me," Dean demands. Sam cleans out your cuts with some antiseptic. He rips open the packet with the sterilized needle and thread. He threads the needle. He starts to patch you up, it hurts but you're to tired to move.
Finally the pain stopped and you feel soft cloth wrap around your thighs.
"We should let her sleep we will talk to her about this later," says Sam. He picks you up and places you on the bed. It is then that you welcome the darkness.