A/N~This was requested by aubriellee_ff, I hope you and everyone else likes it.

TW~Self-harm, pain, blood, injury.

Y/N'S POV

Did anyone like me? Was I bad for Colby? These thoughts swirl around my head as I look at my post with me and Colby at Coachella. We looked so happy, but yet the comments from people made it seem like there really wasn't any happiness.

The comments are so rude, hating on my body, scars, personality and job. I'm a YouTuber like Colby, and I'm also a medium, so immediately, people never believed a word that came out of my mouth when I was ghost hunting with Colby.

I feel tears in my eyes, but I couldn't wake Colby, so I try hiding my tears and sobs, but it doesn't work.

During my breakdown, I hear Colby shuffle around, and then his arm wraps around my waist.

"What's wrong baby girl? Why are you crying," he whispers, his voice groggy because he just woke up.

"Don't worry about it Colbs, you need to get up, you have a meeting with Sam about merch." I state, knowing that Colby will never drop the subject.

"Yeah, but I hate seeing my girl sad." I shake my head, and turn around in bed, so that I was facing him.

"I'm okay Colby...come on, we need to get up." I know that Colby would be reluctant to leave, due to the fact that he knows about my past with self-harm. I never really stopped, but Colby think that I have.

We both get up and ready for the day, and then Colby gives me a kiss before leaving for his meeting.

Sitting alone at the kitchen counter made me start overthinking again. The fans already hate me. I really feel like Colby was with me out of sympathy. Maybe all of my friends are like that though.

Soon enough, the tears were streaming down my face again, and I know that this day would already end with slit wrists.

I couldn't take the feeling of worthlessness anymore, so I run to the bathroom, finding my secret collection of razor blades, and then setting them on the floor, as I cry and cry.

I grab one of the blades with shaking hands, and then bring it to my wrist. I'm nearly 2 months clean, do I really want to go back to square one? I guess my actions answer it, as I slit my wrist, watching the blood spill from the surface of my skin.

Once I start, I don't stop, cuts and old scars littering up both of my arms, as the tears continue falling.

I realise what I've just done, and how many I've done, and then I drop the blade to the floor, hearing the metal clink with the tiled floor.

Blood continues pouring from my arms and onto the bathroom floor, so I quickly grab some tissues to stop the bleeding, and then I hear the bathroom door open.

Colby's POV

I shouldn't have left Y/N today, I saw all of the comments on our post and I'm so annoyed that 'fans' even write that about someone. Like, who picks out people's scars? It's awful.

Me and Sam both greet each other, and then speak to our managers about our merch and promotions. I'm worried about Y/N. She told me that she hasn't cut herself in over 2 months now.

Sam obviously knows about Y/N's battle with her mental health because he's her older brother. He saw the comments too, so I'm not surprised if he's worried too.

The meeting thankfully ends quite quickly, and I catch up with Sam, who is just about to leave.

"Did you wanna come over? Y/N might feel better if she sees you?" He agrees immediately, and we get into our cars, heading back to mine and Y'N's place.

Time Skip

We enter my house and it's dead silent.

"Y/N? Are you home?" I call out, and I'm met with no reply.

"She might be asleep?" Sam suggests, so we both make our way upstairs, and yet again, we're met with silence, and Y/N isn't in bed.

We both get pretty worried and concerned, and just as we're about to go downstairs, I hear muffled sobs from the bathroom.

"Sam, she's in the bathroom, can you grab bandages. I just don't have a good feeling." I ask, and he nods, heading to where I kept the bandages.

I open the door, and there's Y/N, blood-soaked tissues covering her arms, and her head between her knees as she cried.

"Oh Y/N, I'm here now," I whisper, crouching in front of her, but she only cried more.

"Look at me baby girl." I say, and she finally looks up at me with tear stained cheeks and more tears running down them.

I pull her into my lap, and then she wraps her arms around my neck, as mine go around her waist.

"Shh, it's alright, you're gonna be okay. Sam's here too," She snaps her head up to look at me.

"N-No! Sam can't see me like this!" She pleads.

Y/N'S POV

"N-No! Sam can't see me like this!" I plead, but just then, Sam walks in.

"Y/N, it's okay, I'm here for you," he says, crouching behind Colby - which is in front of me, due to the fact that I'm straddling Colby's lap.

He takes my arms into his hands gently and began cleaning the cuts, which stings like hell.

Every time I tense up, Colby will rub my back and kiss my temple, which helps me relax, but then Sam starts to clean to the deepest cut, and the pain is unbearable.

"Sam, stop, please!" He stops almost instantly, and I cry from the lingering pain, hiding my head in the crook of Colby's neck.

"It's okay, it'll be over soon Y/N, just take a deep breath for me." Colby says, rubbing my back, as I try and take a deep breath. "Good girl, that's it."

"Can I continue cleaning it now?" Sam asks, tucking some hair behind my ear.

"Y-Yeah," Sam starts to clean it, and I tense again, "deep breaths baby girl." Colby whispers, rubbing the skin on my hips in a comforting manner.

After Sam cleans all of the cuts on my wrists and arms, he wraps them in bandages which are really soft.

"Good job Y/N. Do you wanna watch one of our vlogs now?" Sam asks, knowing how their vlogs cheer me up.

"Yeah, thank you guys," I reply, as Sam stands up, grabbing the medical equipment. "We're always gonna be here for you Y/N, we promise."

Colby then stands up as well, with me still in his arms, before we all go downstairs, where we then sit on the couches.

"Sallie House?" I ask, with a smirk on my face."

"Absolutely not!"