A/N: Hey everyone! This chapter will mention and depict self harm. If this is triggering to you, please do NOT read. Stay safe.
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Request for flowersiwicki

{Y/N POV}

Sobs came from my mouth as I drug the blade aross my wrist for the sixth time. The line swelling up with red before overflowing as the blood slowly slides down my arm dripping on to my pants. The tweets replaying in my head.

Y/N is a fucking slut, Andrew deserves better! #fuckY/N

They were right, Andrew did deserve better. I took an other slice to my wrist.

Y/N you're such a ugly bitch. Leave our Andrew alone. HE DOESN'T LOVE YOU!!

They were right, he probably doesn't love me. I'm just an annoyance to him. I drug the blade across my wrist for the last time when I heard the front door close. Andrew? He wouldn't be home yet. He is supposed to be at Shane's till 7. It's only 5:35. I panic when I hear his beautiful voice, the only voice that could ever calm me.

"Baby! I'm home, where are you?" He lightly shouts. He's probably confused, I always greet him with a hug and kiss.

"I-I am in the bathroom, I'm a-almost done" I sutter out, quickly standing up causing me to feel dizzy from the blood lost and I accidentally slam my side into the bathroom sink causing me to cry out. I instantly cover my mouth. Fuck. I thought to myself before I heard Andrew's quick steps to the bathroom door.

"Y/N! Are you okay" he shouts. I go to speak when he starts to jiggle the door handle.

"Andrew no!" I shout and throw myself up against the door. It was to late, he got in. Once he saw me, my bloody wrist, my red bloodshot eyes, and the tear stains on my face. His face went pale, tears instantly in his eyes.

"Baby... What did you do?" he chokes on those words half way. He wipes his eyes before scooping me up and setting me on the bathroom counter. I sob as he winces at the cuts. He grabed a rag out from the cabnit and presses it to my wrist causing me to whimper.

"T-the hate Andrew.... They hate me. Everyone hates me" I whisper out staring at his pale tear streaked face, an occasional tear drop would fall and land on my thigh.

"No Y/N... I don't hate you. Shane doesn't hate you. Morgan doesn't hate you. None of the others hate you. You can't let people hurt you like this. It hurts me bad." he sniffles and starts to gather himself as he wraps my wrist with gause and kissing my bandaged wrist. It was silent as he carried me to our bed and setting me down gently. He carefully takes off my pink bloodstained shirt an changing me into a black shirt of his. I decided to break the silence.

"I'm sorry babe..." I say my voice soft and rough. I look down at my bandaged wrist sniffiling.

"I known you are love, I will help you. I'll be addressing it" he mumbles sadly as he lifts my chin up kissing my lips softly. I just nod as he sits on the bed pulling me into him and just holds me. I laid against Andrew's warm chest and he just held me, occasionally kissing my wrists. I eventually fell asleep knowing that Andrew would help me.