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you said you're sick & tired of it but i need you morning , night , & day .
— WITH HIS BACK PRESSED AGAINST THE WHITE MARBLE TUB, Zachary Dempsey rocked back and forth, holding his fragile world between his clammy hands. His body rocked as he held Lyssa Atkins' in his embrace, her back pressed tightly to his chest, his heart thumping through its' cage and into her spine, almost as if he were keeping them both afloat.
His hand gripped the inner working of her left elbow, fingers holding the gauze to her skin to create a clot to stop the blood from seeping through. It had been weeks - a month even - since the young brunette harmed her skin, giving Zach hope that maybe, just maybe, she was showing signs of getting better and walking in a brighter direction.
Oh, how wrong Zachary Dempsey had been.
Their cries synchronized in echoes throughout Lyssa's ensuite bathroom, her crying into his chest, him crying into her hair. She had felt stupid for giving in to the demons swimming in the midst of her mind, and she hated herself even more for putting her boyfriend in this exact position.
It wasn't in Lyssa Atkin's plan for her boyfriend to once again come rescue her damsel in distressed self.
He felt just as helpless as she. All he wanted was to make her day a bit brighter, help her find life within the world around her, mainly herself. 'Baby-steps' Zach would say to Lyssa, mainly for himself. Any step of improvement was a step in the right direction.
Just as Lyssa, Zach was drowning. He held tightly to her wrist to be her bandaid and help keep her mind at bay, but Lyssa liked to pick her wounds - unintentionally knowing, her first love was cascading to pit of darkness right beside her.
After all, there was only so much Zach could do to keep her afloat. He'd be damned if he didn't try with all his might.
"I'm sorry Zach," she said in a whisper, her hands going to rub the tears from her eyes.
His eyes went to his bloody nail beds that were wrapped firmly on her elbow to her tear streaked face. Shaking his head he hushed her cries and brought his lips to her temple, kissing her softly as if his touch would make her crumble to pieces in his lips.
"Just promise me," he spoke softly, knowing if he wasn't careful his own voice would betray him. He didn't want her feeling any of his pain or fear, he needed to mask her from feeling any more.
Her left arm twitched from the pain of her elbow and she nodded her head into the crook of his neck, her lips glazing over his collarbone, "I promise."
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or , in which Zachary Dempsey uses all his hope , faith , & love in order to protect Lyssa Atkins without killing his own self .
because sometimes the story isn't always about those who suffer , but is about those who try everything they can to protect the one they love & save them from themselves .
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| w a r n i n g s & a u t h o r s n o t e |
This story will contain mature dark themes such as self-mutilation and suicide. That being said, Baby, Don't Cut is an original short-story I wrote back in 2014 that can be found on my original works account: tilmorning .
Baby, Don't Cut has received various positive feedback throughout the years it's been published and looking back on the story, I wanted to revamp it and convert it to a fan-fiction. The story is inspired by the song, 'Baby Don't Cut' by B-Mike. The song is one of my favorites and I definitely recommend. However, note listening to the song and going back to read the original story I wrote will indeed give spoilers to this fan-fiction.
I don't own 13RW or the song, however, the story/plot line and original characters are in fact mine.
For anyone struggling with depression, suicidal thoughts, you are not alone. Please never feel as if you're the only one with the world upon your shoulders and can't find someone to confide in. I've used the hotlines before and have been able to get the assistance I needed. Asking for help isn't a sign of weakness, it's a sign of strength.
