Why did you do it
WARNING: contains mentions of self harm and depression
Rowans POV:
I walk into the shared apartment of me and my girlfriend of 11 months, Y/N. I smile when I see her on the couch wearing my sweater. She was curled up in a ball sleeping. I went over to her and shook her awake. "baby, if you want to go to sleep you need to get in bed" she hummed and stretched her arms out, my face went pale when I saw that her arm was bandaged up and blood was slowly leaking through. I hate it when she gets hurt, eapacially if it involves bandages. She quickly caught on to what I was looking at and pulled her arms down. "babe, it's not what you thin-" I cut her off by kissing her "what happend to your arms" she avoided my eyes and started to take off the bandages to reveal several cuts. "baby, since when" she mumbled a three years but I couldn't hear her, "three years" she said in a monotone voice. I put my hand over my mouth and cried slightly. "why? Why did you do it?" she gave me her phone and I saw all the rude messages from them. "you know these people are wrong right?" she didn't respond "right Y/N?" she shook her head no. I just hugged her and whispered sweet nothings in her ears and we eventually fell asleep.
Big oofs on this one, they are all baddddd.
