Vibrator

The next morning I woke up and Andy was still sleeping soundly next to me. I couldn’t help but smile. He looked so adorable while he slept. I brushed the hair out of his eyes before crawling out of the bed and going downstairs. I plopped down on the couch and clicked the tv on, searching through the channels until I found something decent. I sighed and sat back, grabbing a blanket and wrapping it around myself. I didn’t hear it when Andy creeped downstairs and towards me. He went behind me and placed his hands on my shoulders, causing me to jump and gasp lightly. I turned around, staring at him with wide eyes.
“Andy!” I slightly yelled at him, but then giggled.
“Good morning,” he said and leaned down, kissing my forehead gently.
“Morning,” I responded and stood up, switching the TV off. I went around to Andy and hugged him, and he placed his hands on my waist.
“How’d you sleep?” He asked.
“Good,” I looked up at him and he pecked my lips, making me smile and blush lightly.
“What do you want for breakfast?” Andy asked me and let me go, going to the fridge and opening it up.
“Uh...Eggs?” I said and he nodded. He grabbed all the ingredients, and then started to make it. I went over to where he was and hopped onto the counter, sitting there and watching him as he cooked. I studied his face, smiling to myself. I’m so glad that I had him in my life. He started to sing to himself, and I melted at the sound of his voice, it was just perfect. I hopped off of the counter.
“I’ll be right back,” I said and walked into my room, grabbing my phone and trying my hardest to ignore everything that had to do with Andy and I. I went on Instagram and Twitter and Facebook but it was everywhere. People said I was a slut and a whore. It got to me too easily. I went to one of my drawers, biting down on my lip hard as I searched for a pencil sharpener. Once I found one I took out the blade, thinking for a second to myself. Do I really want to do this? I pulled up my sleeve and drug the blade across my skin, barely flinching. The I did that a few more times, staring at my wrist in horror. What did I do? Even though I was terrified, I couldn’t help but feel the sensation it caused me to feel. 5 more cuts later, I put down the razor and grabbed a tissue, dabbing at the cuts to get the blood away. I then pulled down my sleeve and walked back downstairs. My hands shook at my side slightly. Andy would kill me if he found out...

Notes

Hey guys.

So I haven't been my best lately, been feeling quite down.

Please, though.

Don't ever cut.

It isn't worth it.

What a waist of a perfectly good clean wrist.

Love you all.

<3Alex