Thanks for another good request. If you are sensitive to self harm or any kind of harm, please read a different story.

A/n- You were going through a lot with your mom being in the hospital, one of your friends being disrespectful to you and your other friends, and some people on the internet telling you things that nobody wants to hear.

You get back home from your hospital visit for yoyr mom. You sign with a tiredly tone.

You- I really hope you get better mom. You then hear notifications from your phone go off so you take it out your pocket to see what caused the noise. You see that somebody messaged you on instagram. You click on their account to see the message.

Their message-

Your not even that f****** cute. Your literally built like a hippopotamus. You are discusting and fat. You dont even belong here. You need to go back to your country. Or better yet. KYS😂😂😂

After you read this persons message, you block them and toss your phone and fall to your knees.

You- What did i ever to those people. I just wanna be happy. You go silent for a good 5 minutes.

You- Maybe i should start again. You then walk to the kitchen and grab a knife. You start to cut lines on your arm. It hurt st first but the more you cut, the better you felt. It was hard for you to explain. This kept going on for many weeks. Any time you were sad, you would cut. Any time you wanted to quit, you would cut. There wasnt anymore space on your arms so you started doing it to your legs. You never told Ryan about anything. About the hate comments, your friend, your mom, ect. Well until he walked in on you in the bathroom at night. You didnt want to do it in the kitchen because Manager Ty was in there so you went to the bathroom. You started cutting your legs and some parts on your arms. You felt relieved. You felt so much stress being tooken off of you. All of a sudden, you hear the door creek. You turn around to see Ryan in shock. He was scared, angry, sad, disapointed, afraid. He was feeling so many emotions. He had so many questions. He then dragged you to the bed room.

Ryan- How long?

You- W-what do you mean?

Ryan- How long have you been cutting?

You- About a month or two.

Ryan- WHAT?! You jumped a little at the sudden noise.

Ryan- Why love? And please be honest.

You- My mom has been in and out of the hospital, people keep sending hate comments, Rachel is being rude to all of us. I just couldnt take it anymore. It hurts so much. I just needed a way to stop the pain and this is the only thing that helps. Ryan was scared but he understood why you did it. He was still very disapointed with you. Not because you were hurting yourself but for not telling him what was going on. You start to tear up a little bit.

You- Im sorry.

Ryan- No love. Dont be sorry. Its okay. Everything is going to be okay. I love you. Kally loves you. The boys love you. We all love you bubba. And whoever doesnt is at a loss. You are the best person in the world. You are beautiful, smart, funny, cute, and very empathetic. You wipe your tears and kiss Ryan. After Ryan bresks the kiss, he grabs a wet towel and puts some alcohol on it.

Ryan- This gonna sting alot so squeeze my hand. You squeeze his hand like your life depended on it. After he cleans the scares, he grabs tape and wraps it around your arms and legs. He then carry's you to bed and cuddles close to you. Not wanting to let the live of his life go.

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