Marcus

Since you were born you had a bad life. You weren't meant to happen. Your parents were dumb teens. Your mom gave birth to you then you got sent to an orphanage instantly. You never met them. In the orphanage you've seen a lot of horrors. You got abused physically and emotionally. Your got manipulated. Forced to do stuff you did want to. When you turned 17 they kicked you out immediately. Your life was still bad. You went to the state college because this was the only way to have a roof and food. You were pretty smart so you managed to pass your tests.But nobody knew exactly who you were. Neither how broken you were. You did a lot of self harm.You had your arms covered in cuts. Some fresh, some almost healed. You also smoked weed or took too more antidepressants than recommended.You sometimes starved yourself because you wanted to lose weight. Despite everything,you never cried. You were through too much to cry. It was so painful to you that you couldn't even cry

One day, you accidentally bumped into Marcus. And that's how your love story started. He was studying to be a doctor. While you didn't even knew what you were studying for. He kept talking to you for the next weeks. You did not tell him about your dark side. He eventually became your boyfriend. He made you happy but you got addicted to both weed and the pills.

Eventually you told Marcus about your life.Ans your bad habits. And you suggested he should find someone that wouldn't hurt him like you could do. But he refused.He stood by your side every time

1 year later. You and Marcus were living together now. Sadly you were still addicted to pills. And still self harming. You were better. You were going to therapy. But it still did heal completely

Coming from college, Marcus found you in the middle of an act.Bloodi cuts, 3 more exactly, over your arm and a razor in your other hand. And more razors on your lap.You stopped mid making the 4th cut.Your eyes widened when you saw him.He dropped everything he was holding and ran to you slapping hard the razor away from your hand and immediately taking the others and throwing them hard, so you couldn't grab them. He grabbed your forearm and looked at the bleeding cuts. It's not the first time he caught you doing this.But the cuts you made today looked really deep this time. And you also made cuts on your palm and the back of your hand. With no words he pulled you to the bathroom, and rummage through the cabinet for the first aid kit. He then started to bandage your arm. He lost his gender because he was panicked, scared and concerned. He yelled at you to never do that and to stop,for minutes straight, until he finished with the bandage.

Marcus put his face in his hands and rubbed his eyes. Ha sighed and calmed down. He pulled you into his arms, hugging you tight.You apologized quietly and he told you that he loves you. You two went in the living room. You watched his as he picked the spilled razors and three them out the window.Your eyes saddened a bit, but you understood why he did that

30 minutes later, he cuddled with you on the couch. His face buried in your neck. His band rubbed slowly your stomach, He gently pulled your bandaged arm up and kissed your palm, through the bandage. He did that a few times to the whole hand, then he stopped, intertwining your fingers

"How's your arm? Still hurts?"He asked softly, his face concerned but yet full of love for you