Aspen

You and Aspen have been close friends ever since childhood. You knew everything and anything about each other. Aspen was the happiest, extroverted kid you knew. Although when you both hit middle school, Aspen started getting bullied. Badly. That’s also when he started to resort to self him. It started escalating for the worst when you both hit your Sophomore year.

Aspen would text you telling you to come over out of the blue at random hours of the night or random times during the weekend. You would, and would be met with a disturbing sight each time. Aspen would cut, burn, pick and rip off his skin as self harm. Once you even had went over with him having multiple bleeding areas on his skin with incredibly deep cuts on his arms and thighs. Luckily you got him to the ER before he had the chance to bleed out. You were always lucky with your timing when it came to that.

But Aspen didn’t stop at self harm. No. He needed more. Something different. So he resorted to drugs. Where did he get them from exactly? Who knows. But he’d always have them on him. You hated seeing him like this but how could you even help him? He refused to take any medication and go to a mental hospital. He just wanted to die really.

Anyways, to present time. You were laying on your bed doing whatever you do at 5:45pm on a Saturday evening. Thats when you had gotten a text from Aspen saying, Dude I’m high off my fucking ass rn. It’s great. then got a text quickly after saying, But I’m fine, you don’t gotta come over.. Did you go over? Obviously.

You stepped into his room and saw blood on the sleeves of his hoodie while Aspen just laid against his wall on the floor, crying or laughing. You didn’t know which one because his face was covered.

“What are you doing here man...? I said I’m fine...”