tw: trauma, drinking, pain, scars/bruises, suicidal thoughts, this chapter could be very triggering for some, please be careful, ily

schlatt stayed home from work the day after what happened to y/n... a mixture of worry, guilt? clouding over his heart. schlatt hated how he dragged y/n into this, how everything was just perfect until he reached too far. he reached too far and he fell, taking y/n down with him.

"y/n...? hun...?" he mumbled, peering through the door of their bedroom. y/n sat quietly on the balcony, her hair gently flowing in the wind, holding her knees up to her chest. he stumbled over to her, gently sitting next to her. "hey...you doing okay...?" his voice was shaky, he knew the answer. how could she be okay? she must feel like everyone is trying to kill her... she sighed. he frowned, gingerly adjusting the bandages on her chest, just exposed by the loose shirt above. "hey..." he said hoarsely.

"hm..." she mumbled, schlatt frowned again.

"i'm sorry..."

"for what...?" she tilted her head,

"for dragging you into this, you didn't sign up for this." he mumbled, y/n nodded, turning her head back to the sky.

"yeah...but...in sickness and in health right?" she smiled, pain obviously searing through the surface. it broke schlatts heart, he didn't want her to feel like this- but- he didn't want to lose her... fuck.

"y/n...please don't leave me..." he mumbled, letting his head hang down. "i cant- i cant do this without you..." he whispered. y/n frowned, leaning her head on schlatts shoulder and interlocking her hand with his. she just, closed her eyes.

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later that night, y/n found herself in the bathroom, staring at the bandages and bruises all over her skin. she hated this, she felt sick, why did people want to hurt her? what did she do? she can't leave now...she can't leave this house. she can't leave schlatts side. thoughts raced through her head- she couldn't have kids- what if someone tried to hurt them? pain and ache seeped through her stomach, up her throat, into her head, then leaked out her eyes. maybe she deserved this? maybe there was a reason this was happening, she just wished it would stop, the fear, it was constant. lifting her arms up, she hugged herself, wincing at the pain. y/n sighed, snapping herself out of this. she leaned over the sink, turning it on and gently splashing her face with the water. that helped- she opened the small cabinet besides the sink and--... her eyes landed on a couple of schlatts razors. she just wanted it to stop...

"hey..." schlatt stepped into the bathroom, rubbing his tired eyes. "come back to bed..." he yawned, hugging y/n from behind. she nodded, grabbing the towel next to the razors and drying her face off, then letting schlatt pull her back to bed, tightly caging her until she fell asleep. but that's the thing, isn't it- she didn't sleep, all she could do was think.

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schlatt didn't know what to think, how to think about this. the next day, he was back in the kitchen, drinking away his thoughts while y/n wasn't there. he couldn't let her see him like this, brows furrowed and eyes clenched, unable to stand without the support of the counter next to him. the harsh smell wafting from his mouth- this time he'll rinse away the smell... and change his demeanor.