Warnings: There are certain hints about self-harming across the first paragraph. I am truly sorry if you don´t feel okay with the topic. But I would really appreciate it if you don´t read it if you don´t like the topic recently mentioned.
The red liquid that oozed from her cuts were enough to make her wince, feelings regret and relief at the same time. Some kind of masochist pleasure in her self-harming routines when she felt less than the other, her twisted within the obsession of pain. She never wanted to be like that, she knew she was happy. That was until something called "Society" and "Peer-pressure" hit her senses. The constant painful words yelled at her made her self-appreciation go lower, and lower, and lower. And that, unfortunately, led her to this issue she´s currently in. Dark circles were the clear evidence of her restless nights.
"What are you doing...?" came Roderich´s voice, interrupting her from the trance of the blood dripping down her arms. The room was dim, and the only light was from the outside when he opened the door. When the light spill right exactly where [Y/N]´s harming, Roderich noticed the cuts. "What are you doing...?!" he repeated once more, but this time louder and more like a command.
[Y/N] dropped the scissor and stood up. "Get out of my room!"
"Is this what were you doing when you were supposed to study?" Roderich said, eyebrows twisting into a frown.
"Just...Just get out!" [Y/N] repeated, louder. "Don´t stick your nose into my decisions!"
"What are you talking about?" he gasped, feeling slightly hurted at the words. "I just want to help you! What´s happening?" Roderich inhaled and counted until ten, trying to calm down his nerves.
"ME is what happens!" she cried, gripping her cuts and sinking her fingernails into them. "I am not loved!"
Roderich understood what was happening. He shook his head and exhaled. "[Y/N]...Instead of cutting, couldn´t you just talk to me about it? I am your brother, after all..."
She inhaled sharply, and then yelled: "It´s not like you even care..."
Roderich gave a dry laugh. "If I weren´t worried about you, why would I even ask you what´s happening and try to make you feel better?"
[Y/N] kept silence, her muscles un-tensing while her heart became into a slower rate. She felt the sharp pain still clinging into her skin, the blood already getting dry while slightly more came out. It stung so badly. Not only the cuts, but also her "heart". The heart is not any other thing that just a blood-pumping organ that doesn´t have a mind of it´s own. But, in the emotional way, it was broken into pieces. "Can...Can you guide me to you...?"
Roderich smiled, and walked closer to his younger sister. He gave a big, warm hug and kissed the top of [Y/N]´s head. "I am here, you´re not alone."
They kept there, hugging each other until [Y/N] fell asleep on Roderich´s chest.
The next day, Roderich and [Y/N] had a serious conversation. He understood the demanding need of [Y/N] to be glad again. Just as she was combing her hair, Roderich´s words kept echoing in her head: "Everyone is unique in their own special way. Some may feel insecure about themselves, so that´s why they laugh at other´s to assure themselves about false things. Don´t you ever dare to feel less again!"
The rest took advantage of [Y/N]´s blinded-eyes, and told her disgusting things that weren´t true. If she only could see, she would know how beautiful she is.
"I mean," Roderich smiled and patter [Y/N]´s head. "you´re a blinded beauty!"