T.W: cutting, crying, yelling, depressing thoughts.
Ship: Platonic Moxiety
Patton grabbed the pin from the bathroom cupboard before stepping into the shower. Drawing lines on his arm, making sure not to break the skin. When he was down put the pin behind a shampoo bottle.
After that Patton had a pretty good Saturday. He spent most of it talking to his friend Virgil. He walked into the bathroom and pulled up his sleeve. Patton gasped. Four cuts on his arm.
Nononono I broke the skin.
Patton ran and grabbed ha phone.
P: Virgil I did something bad.
V: what
P: I tried to cut and the lines are still there!
V: Patton nonono plz tell me ur lying!
P: I'm not I'm sorry
V: Nono omg I'm crying
P: I'm sorry don't be disappointed
V: I failed I failed at being a best friend. Patton I'm so sorry.
Tears started dripping from Patton's eyes. The text conversation continued like that for about thirty minutes when Virgil made Patton promise he would never do it again.
At school
"Patton!" Virgil called. He grabbed the older student by the arm and to the bathroom.
When they got there, Virgil pulled Patton's sleeve up to see if he had cut again. But not surprisingly he hadn't only the faded scratches from the day before were there.
Virgil hugged him.
"I'm sorry that you had been feeling bad and I hadn't been there for you," he said. Patton hugged back. Being carful his arm still hurt.
"It's ok you weren't there,"
That day went fine. Patton smiled and laughed, and he felt fine.
Sorry that was dark but I needed to vent, that was an actual recount of my life, I was Patton.