PLEASE DO NOT READ THIS IF YOU COULD POSSIBLE GET TRIGGERED IT DOES INVOLVE SELF HARM/
I stood infront of the bathroom mirror in me and Michaels house I pull up my sleeves and stare at my scars. I use to cut and have depression but then I met Michael and everything changed, but Michael has been away for 3 months and all the hate from fans was getting to me. Maybe those fans are right, maybe I should just kill myself , they say Michael is to good for me and they are right he's perfect and every way and I'm just me, terrible me. Michael isn't going to be home for another 2 months and I can't control myself without him. He knows how to calm me down and make me feel better about myself but I can't now. I took one of my razors and took it apart until a blade came out. The fans are right I deserve to die I thought to myself as I dragged the blade across my skin. I kept slicing my skin until I felt dizzy and the world started spinning I hit the floor. I heard someone open the door and scream my name " Y/n no,no,no oh my god Y/n stay with me please I love you" as I heard that I slipped into darkness.
