TW- Self harm, and mentions eating disorder 

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Sgeppy's POV

I went back downstairs with the book in my hand, I sat on the couch and waited for bad to come home. He needs to explain this to me.

It was about 10 minutes when I heard the garage door open, I sat up straight and put the book on my lap.

Bad's POV

I got the groceries from out of the trunk, I might have gotten a little more than just eggs but we won't talk about that. Once I finally managed to hold all the bags at once, I went inside.

"Hey Sgeppy, I'm home!"

"Yeah, hey Bad. Once you put the groceries away I gotta talk to you."

I hummed in response figuring it probably wasn't that important.

I had finally put the groceries away, and went in the living room to see what Sgeppy needed.

"Hey bad, sit down." He patted the spot next to him, I sat down.

"So uh, do you wanna explain this?" My eyes widened.

'How the fuck did he find that?!'

Sgeppy POV

I watched as his eyes widen then soften, he looked sad.

"Well?"

"Sgeppy, excuse my language but. How the fuck did you find that?"

"I was snooping around in your room, I was trying to find embarrassing stuff to tease you with, so I found the diary and thought that'd be perfect. Well, perfect until I read what was in it.."

I looked back up and saw Bad close to crying, and to be honest, seeing him that broken made me want to cry as well.

"Bad, why didn't you tell me? I could've helped!"

"I'm sorry Sgeppy, I just couldn't! I didn't know how you'd feel about me, I thought you'd hate me for being so weak!"

"Bad! I would never hate you! Especially for this."
"Can you at least tell me why?"

"I- No sorry Sgeppy, I just don't comfortable telling anybody at the moment. But please, don't tell anybody, that'd completely blow my reputation of being happy all the time!"

I sighed "Fine, I won't, but please don't hurt yourself anymore."

"Ok Sgeppy."

(Time skip to night)

Bad's POV

Sgeppy hopped off the couch and stretched "Mm, I think I'ma go to sleep, night Bad!"

"Goodnight, Sgeppy!"

After a while I set down the book I was reading and headed upstairs to sleep.

SELF HARM STARTS HERE

I flopped onto my bed, once again not bothering to change my clothes.
As soon as I got comfortable I wasn't tired anymore (fucking hate when this happens)
I grabbed my phone and scrolled through Twitter, it wasn't long until the voices came back.

Skeppy was lying, he doesn't actually care.

You know he doesn't care, stop lying to yourself!

He doesn't care if you hurt yourself or not!

He thinks your fat.

He thinks your ugly.

He thinks your a monster.

He thinks you're annoying.

And you know what he thinks his right.

Do it.

You know you deserve it.

Do it.

DO it.

DO IT.

DO IT!.

DO IT!

YOU'RE DISGUSTING, YOU DESERVE IT SO DO IT!

The voices were so loud, I couldn't take it anymore. I tip-toed to the bathroom. The voices won't stop if I don't do it. I shut the bathroom door, opened the drawer and got the razor. I left the bathroom.

Once I got to my room, the voices were louder than they've ever been before, it was giving me a headache.

5 cuts for being fat

10 cuts for being ugly

15 cuts for being a monster

20 cuts for being annoying

25 more because I deserve it.

75 cuts in total

The blood oozed out of my arm, I went under my bed to get the medkit before I passed out. I quickly wrapped bandages around my arm, tightly to stop the blood. The voices finally stopped, they were satisfied.

SELF HARM OVER

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