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Standing in the bathroom late at night, watching as the blood from my arms dripped into the sink.
I was doing so good.
Going so long without needing the razor.
I’ve been living with Darius The Day Of Unity, and when we finally got back. Darius had offered me a place to stay, when they started to take down the rest of the castle. Living with him was, weird.
He cares about how much I ate, if I got enough sleep, and how I was feeling today. On night here I wake up, screaming from a nightmare. He would hold me tight, whispering comforting words as I cried into his shoulder. He showed me so much patience and comfort, then I knew I didn’t deserve it. He even sent me to Hexside, which was the main reason why he was here now.
I was just eating lunch with his friends when Boscha and her gang thought it would be fun to mess with them. We had told them to just go away, when Boscha decided to start making fun of Willow for being half a witch, that seemed to have hit a nerve. I will admit, I had lost my temper a little. I told her off, ending with telling her she was nothing but a bully. I turned around, about to let the other pull me away, when she said,
“well, you're nothing but a copy of Belos!”
I know I shouldn't have let her words get to me, that she was just trying to hurt me. But, her words haven't left my brain. So here I was standing in the bathroom, my wrist bleeding out.
Being the Golden Guard was a stressful job for any adult, let alone a 16 teen year old boy, and having no way to let that stress out in a healthy way. Made some unhealthy coping mechanisms.
I’m about to turn on the water, to wash the blood off. When I hear a gasp behind. I freeze, turning around to see Darius standing in the doorway. “Hunter!” Darius yells, gently taking my arm in his hand.
“What happened?” my mouth goes dry, looking wide-eyed at him. He looks off to the sink, his eyes must have caught the razer sitting on the side. His eyes go wide.
I look do, waitting for him to yell at me.
To tell me to get out of his sight, to see his disgusted face.
Only to hear a soft “Oh sweetheart,” before being pulled into a hug.
I freeze, before feeling my eyes well up with tears. “i-im sorry” I croaked out, he tightened his hold. “I- it- I” I try to explain, only for him to gently say, “shh, it ok.”
I choke
Letting myself sink in the hug. Too scared to hug him back and get blood on his PJ.
We stand there until my sobs turn into sniffles. He gently pulls away,
“I need to clean up your arms” he pulls me to sit on the side of the tub, before looking under the sink for a first aid kit.
We sit there in silence, as Darius cleans and wraps up my arms. He finally finished, putting the kit away.
I stare at the floor, “you know we have to talk about this tomorrow morring” Darius softly but sternly says.
I say nothing
Only giving a small nod.
He sighs, “but for now, lets just go to bed. Ok?” his voice is so soft and so out of Darius, that I finally look back up.
Giving a nob.
He takes my hand, pulling me up and out of the bathroom.