Don't Leave Me || Princibaldi ✔️

7: It's Mutual

Major TW: Self-Harm

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[Princi's POV]

I trembled with shock and sadness, unable to believe what I heard. Oh, but Baldi doesn't care anyway, he hung up on me like I was nothing.

Why would he care, anyway? I'm nothing special. Just a regular principal with black eyes that make black tears... it's creepy, in a way, but now almost every surface in my house is stained black.

I broke down again, crying. There was a gaping hole in my chest that seemed to get wider and wider with each passing day and threatened to tear me apart.

I let despair completely take over my brain. It was terrible; I didn't know what I was doing. I ran to the kitchen and grabbed a knife, my head spinning.

"I love you too much to let go, Baldi," I cried, not even feeling the first cut I made on my wrist.

The cuts weren't even clean. My hands were shaking too much for me to make straight lines. Plus, my brain was all messed up, so I couldn't think properly anyway.

Baldi would hate you if he found out you're doing this, Princi.

I fought back against my conscience strongly. He already hates me; he hung up on me!

I washed the blood off the knife and set it back in the drawer. I had finally gained my rationality back, so I went to the kitchen cupboard and got some bandages. I wrapped them around my bloody wrist, feeling slightly guilty.

That felt good, though. Too good. It just helped me focus on something other than the problem at hand. Which, by the way, hurt more than those cuts.

I smiled, something I hadn't done in a while. I knew for sure that cutting would be something I'd do more often. At least until things got better.

I didn't think that would happen anytime soon.

To Be Continued...