I didn't want to start doing it. It kinda just happened. I remember promising myself that I would never purposefully harm myself. But here I am, with a box cutter knife in the bathroom hidden in my towel to hide it from anyone seeing.

I'm staying at Archie's house, since my dad is a gang leader, which sounds crazy. But after everything that's happened in this town happens to be one of the simplest things.

Sometimes I feel jealous here, of how much love is in their household and how little is aimed towards me. At home I'm alone, so I left, decided to live at my work at the drive in movie theatre. That was til that was demolished, just like everything else I hold dear. I started cutting when I left home, it just kept getting worse as I got more familiar with the stinging and burning pain.

I ran out of space on my thighs a month ago, deciding that no one cares to question if I have cuts on my arm. Not like anyone notices me, I am just here. I try not to eat much of Archie's food, trying not to be a financial burden as well as a spacial and emotional burden. I know they let me stay here because Fred feels bad about how him firing my dad caused me to have to go through this. But I don't need nor want his pitty.

So that brings us here. Me in the bathroom, with a knife pushed against my skin, and sawing it back and fourth until I see the red blood leak down my arm, onto the paper towel I layed out to make sure I didn't get blood on anything.

Suddenly the door handle starts to shake open, I realize I had been sitting in the dark. Before I can register that the door is opening, Archie's standing in the doorway looking at me with sympathy. I quickly put my towel over my body, and yell for him to get out.

"What are you doing! Get Out!" I exclaim with a venom present in my voice.

"Jug... Why are you doing that." Archie says in shock.

"Nothing." I reply coldly, not caring if I hurt his feelings.

"Give me the box cutter." Archie demands as he reaches for the tool in my hand. I pull it back behind me and out of his reach, blood now dripping on the floor. "Jughead, give it to me now!"

I continue to try to keep it out of his reach, but the bigger boy is able to wrestle it from my week hands and throws it out of the room, out of my reach. Next he grabs my arm, which causes me to struggle against his grab.

"Let go of me! Leave me alone!" I scream at him, almost crying. I can't show him how week I am.

Archie reaches for a white towel, wrapping it around my arm a few times, covering the old and forming scars. After he finishes he pulls me into a hug. (he's fully clothed, this is before he showers.)

"Hey, it's okay. Im gonna help you." Archie calmly says, trying and failing to hide the shaking from his voice.

I feel a hot liquid falling down my face, I had been crying. For how long I don't know, but I couldn't stop it. "I'm sorry." I say weekly.

This causes Archie to pull away and hold me at shoulder length. "Jug, you have nothing to be sorry for. You have nothing to apologize for. I'm sorry I didn't notice, I'm going to help you though, and Betty, Veronica and Dad can help too, if you want."

I say nothing in reply but only nod and continue to lean on Archie for support. He also leans into the touch, and we both end up asleep on the bathroom floor.

Sorry the ending is kinda rushed, but I wrote this cause of friend of mine wanted me too. Anywho, this was actually kinda fun to write and will only be one part.

Thanks for reading,

-Cheerio