TW: SH
Recap: He looks back at you and just walks to you're shared bathroom, immediately regret washes over you're body as he locks the door, you decide to just stop drawing and instead just sigh and curl into a ball.
Pelle exits the bathroom noticing you curled into a ball. He stops for a minute examining you're body language seeing no breaths. He approaches you and softly puts a hand on you're shoulder. You look up at him. His corpse paint completely off and his dirty blonde hair falling in his face with a look of concern. He brushes you're long black hair back and rubs you're shoulder
P: You alright?
You just nod and look away. As you do so you feel him sit down gently next to you and sigh removing his hand.
P: Yeah, I do cut. I've had a really rough childhood and due to past traumas I believe I should be fucking dead
You look over at him moving nothing but you're eyes, as he looks over at you all you can do is hug him. He allows you but never hugs back. You move you're hands away and show him you're bloody wrists. He looks down at them, up at you, then back down at them. As he does so you realize him getting hard as all hell, he gently grabs one of you're wrists dripping with blood and licks it. He keeps licking it almost cabalistically... Then all of a sudden-
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FanfictionY/N (Zoella) Aarseth lives w/ her older brother. (Øystein Aarseth), Her brother is THE founder of the band "MAYHEM" while you are his 'manager' but when he's looking for a new vocalist Pelle Ohlin moves in sharing a room with you, slowly you two fal...
