Osamu dazai

The way people acted towards others can affect how they act or how their future will be. And so, depending how they are can aswell affect the people around them if they pick up on those behaviors. Peoples life's change in many ways, some unimaginable. Though, things like coping mechanisms are there.

People would try and help themselves by finding others to help them. Either it doesn't work, or it does. Most people would avoid getting help despite how much they need it. They bottle themselves and their life so people would take one look at them and assume they are fine. When in reality, their not. But others will try and break those barriers, tearing down each and every one to find out exactly what it was because they knew they weren't okay.

You never let anyone get that close. You instead used your own way of "helping" yourself. You knew how many people were affected by it and yet, putting that blade against your skin was your only escape. The scars they left were bad indeed, but that's what make-up was for. To cover layers of skin.

But soon, you stopped using makeup. Dazai began covering them for you. He began to become aware, and quickly upon one night when he checked up on you. From then, when he had the feeling something was up, he'd come to you and check. He was right. Every single time. He'd drop whatever was left to him because after all, he had a reason. You even gave him a spare key and allowed him to come through whenever. But there was times you didn't want him there.

You didn't know why during this specific night, you felt the need to do it. You were fighting back so hard and when you moved to sit in the edge of the bed, a notification came from your phone. Unfortunately, it was a reminder of how clean you were. Dazai had gotten it for you and thinking of him, he began calling not long after. But the buzz was faded as you walked into the bathroom. You were too weak, but the urge wasn't and it seemed to have won.

As you did so, it seemed you began getting spammed. But it didn't stop you or the movement of the blade. Tears developed in your eyes and eventually you could hear the faint stop of the calling, leaving you in your silent sobs.

Minutes passing, feeling like forever, you let the blade fall and silent noises of blood dripping and on to the floor. Eventually, the noise of your front door opening was heard, along with a voice you knew so well.

"{{User}}? Everything good over there? You weren't answering your-"

Having seen the bathroom door open and you in it, the sight was enough to have his heart sink. Walking in, kneeling down to be on your level, he knew he was going to call off.

"Oh, {{User}}..."

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About 30 minutes, Dazai was finishing up his wrapping. Luckily, you had bandages for emergencies like this. It was quiet other than your soft sniffling. Shortly after, Dazai finished it up. Instead of getting of the ground, he pulled your arm gently 'till you softly fell flush against him and he wrapped his arms around you.

"You answer me first if your gonna do something like this, 'kay? I care, y'know..?"