Baby Don't Cut (Hunter Rowland Fanfic)

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I hear hunters foot steps getting closer to my desk as he tilts my head and my eyes look towards him still filled with tears

"Oh god look the babies crying now, huh did calling you a bitch make you cry you big baby."

He lets go of my chin and walks back to his desk as he spits at the back of my head and mumbles under his breath "bitch..."

I was trying to hold the rest of my tears in, I just can't anymore. I raise my hand

"Yes ms Y/L/N."

"May I please use the restroom?"

"Well of course."

I grab the hallway pass and run to the bathroom. I glance at hunter in a disgusted look with tears still in my eyes as his smirk on his face sort of lowered like he knew what I was going to do and was scared

I ran to the bathroom as fast as I can and I locked the stahl bring my head to my knees and started crying, "baby don't cut, baby don't cut, baby don't cut." I kept repeating those words, the exact words Hunter said to me

*Flashback*

I was broadcasting with Hunter and we kept reading the comments, everyone thought we were a couple so each comment we had to tell them we were just best friends

His supporters didn't approve of me and you could tell I was getting called a slut, whore, bitch... Etc and it wasn't really fun

If you know me by now I'm pretty sensitive I keep a blade in the back of my shoe and when someone hurts me or says something I paint a beautiful picture

The thing is the picture isn't on a canvas no no no... the pictures are on my arm as if I were painting for pleasure or acceptance

I see more comments and my eyes water Hunter mutes the broadcast and takes my chin "hey look stop, calm down what their saying is not true their just jealous that their not you ok."

I nod my head and look back at the screen and doing dumb challenges with Hunter the comments began to fade but more viewers came and even more hate flooded my way

"Eww she's ugly"

"Is that a slut I see?"

"Omg she should just die already"

"Hunter probably Doesn't even like her he's just too busy feeling sorry for her."

I get up and start walking out the door Hunter mutes the broadcast again and before I was almost out he grabs my wrist

"Where are you going?"

"Just to the bathroom let go!"

"No you're not I know you're not you can't do this to your self again!"

"STOP IT HUNTER!!!"

"NO I WILL NOT STOP YOU ARE MY BEST FRIEND AND I AM NOT GOING TO SEE YOU HURT YOURSELF AGAIN!!"

I let go of his grip and ran to the bathroom I locked the door so he couldn't get in and I brought my legs to my head crying and weeping just wanting someone to hold me yet I pushed that someone away

"Cut, cut, cut." I said under my breath I Can hear Hunter banging on the door

I take out the blade and put it to my wrist "maybe it's time I paint another picture." I say again under my breath

"No baby don't cut, please baby don't cut, I beg you baby don't cut!" I hear Hunter mumble through the door as I slice my wrist and the blood flows down my arm

I hear the door unlash and Hunter storms in, he grabs me by the waist and takes me to his bed as he drops the blade from my hand and pulls me close to his chest letting me cry all my awful tears away

Hes holding on to me tightly and not wanting to let go "I said baby don't cut, why did you cut!?"

"I- I... I don't know." I stuttered out

He takes my head and puts it closer to his chest as I'm crying even more

"I'm never going to let you go, I will protect you till the day I die." He says in my ear and leaves a kiss to my forehead

"You're my best friend I can't bare loosing you in my life, please baby don't cut."

*end of flashback*

*baby don't cut, baby don't cut, baby don't cut." I try and I try but I can't hold it in

I take the blade from the back of my shoe and I paint another pretty picture but this time it wasn't on my wrists or arms... They were on my thighs a new piece of paper to draw pictures To use as a canvas and more paint to paint with

*1 cut*

*2 cut*

*3 cut*

*4 cut*

As I rest my head on the bathroom door and drop the blade crying even more than before and than the bell rings again