He awoke to find her missing from the left side of the bed, worry taking over him as he quickly got up. his head spinning because he was half asleep.
He saw the bright light emitting from beneath the bathroom door then heard loud clanking before quiet tears began to fill the sound of the hall.
His brows knit in stress, anxiously gripping the door **** and fiercely twisting it with hopes it would open, but to his dismay it was locked.
His fists had a mind of their own as they began to pound on the bathroom door, tears streaming down his face because this was a night he had lived a couple times before.
His voice raspy from all his tears and lack of breath screamed out for her to let him in, to stop what she was doing, and listen to him.
She sat naked on the floor of the bathroom thinking about everything like she always did, thoughts racing through her mind so fast, even coursing through her blood.
Looking down at every single insecurity, every single thing she hated about herself and her body, wanting so badly to see what he loved about her and these things.
She held the scissors to her thigh, the ones she had managed to find, the ones that he had hid on her after all the other times.
Tears streaming down her face hearing him outside, her hands shaking from how hurt and betrayed his screams sounded, how loud his fists were pounding.
She took the first sharp slit across her skin then took another two, tears continuing to well in her eyes as the blood began to seep down along her knee.
She filled the bath tub with cold water and shook as she got into it, bringing her knees to her chest and hugging them as she cried.
The freezing water was a way to punish herself for what she had done to herself, but mostly for what she had done to him once again after she promised last time was it.
He kept pounding at the door, getting angrier and angrier at the uncertainty of what she was doing to herself, if he was going to lose her once more.
He kicked at it hard with his bare foot, wincing in pain as he punched at the same time, the door soon giving way from all the force and falling loose from its frame.
Relief filled his whole body as he quickly pushed through, nearly stepping on the bloodied scissors lying on the floor.
His eyes still tear filled saw her shaking in the bath tub, running to her before engulfing his arms around her freezing cold body and grabbing a towel to get some blood flow back to her body.
Her lips were purple, her skin covered in goosebumps, her arms wrapped around his neck as she cried into his chest.
His breathing quickened when he saw the fresh cuts on her thighs, still red with blood.
He sat down on the floor where she had sat a couple minutes before and rocked her in his arms, protectively holding her and keeping her warm.
He kissed her all over her face before running his finger over the skin of her thigh, putting bandaids over her cuts before telling her how much he loved her and how worried he had been.
He told her how he couldn't lose her and that he loved everything she couldn't see, then carried her back to bed where she would be safe and warm in his embrace.
Another night he had saved her.
Another night he had almost lost her.
Another night he'd be up worrying and wondering what he would ever do without her and why he couldn't help her.
Something I thought about after I showered so I pieced together a semi poem/story. Other than the self harm with scissors, none of these events have happened before. They are just fiction.