+trigger warning don't read if you don't like self harm+

you gasped as daryl came into your cell, his eyes instantly looking at your wrists. your bloodied wrists. you dropped the razor blade you held and looked at daryl's disappointed face. he had seen your old scars before, but they were old. " i wasn't doing anything. i swear!" you said, panic going through your system.

" sure didn't look like it. "