"..."
Warning story contains self harm and suicidal thoughts!!! Read at your own risk
I sigh as I stare at the cuts. I look up at my knife and grab it. Presing it to my skin and I begin to cut my wrists and legs. I raise the knife to my neck 'I could end it right now' I think to myself. 'No Wigfred wouldn't have someone to help her cook or to help her fight' I lower the knife and cover the cut skin.
"Hey! Y/N" I here her happy voice (I cant really do accents sorry)
"Hey!" I chirp happily even though its fake.
"Are you okay? You've been distant.." She hums softly. I just give her a fake smile and a small nod
"..."
***********Winfred's P.O.V************
I stare in shock as Y/N cuts his own skin. He raises his knife to his throat. A wave of panic flows through me 'put it down' I think to myself 'please'
I almost sigh in relief as he lowers the knife. I scramble off as he gets up and run a couple feet away sitting on the log by our campfire. The second he steps out I shout "Hey! Y/N!"
Well did you like that sad chapter? It is pretty short though sorry my mystical creatures
~J_A_W out!
