Dark Days part 2

[krystalkatz.livejournal.com]

His battle with depression felt as though it had been a life-long thing. It had started in early adolescence with panic attacks and a feeling of low motivation. Things that he had enjoyed before seemed pointless and a waste of time. His parents had put it down to simply being a teenager and had been so determined that that was the cause had ignored the signs that he was finding it difficult to cope. Self-harm had at least made him feel something and he had sat for long minutes in the bathroom with a razor watching the bubbles of red blood forming over his white and creamy skin. The sting of pain had made him feel normal again and he found himself taking bigger and bigger risks with his cutting until one day he hadn’t judged it right and the straight blade of nicked vein.

Before he had really known what was happening he had found himself in a hospital with his arm being stitched up by a kindly faced woman with a sour disposition. She had seemed irritated that she had to treat a selfish kid when there were more serious things going on that could use her attention. Nino had tried to apologise and explain that he hadn’t been trying to kill himself for the state of his arm with the scars all in various stages of healing told a different story and he was forced to stay in the hospital.

A psychiatrist came to visit him the next day and they had a little chat about his mental health and everything that had been happening. He had intensive therapy for two years after that and then a softer sort for a couple more years before finally he had felt able to come off the mediation and start life again. It was rocky but when he had met his present husband everything felt as though it was going right. He felt that it was perfect and everything had felt that way until last year.

Unable to sleep, no matter how tired he was feeling, Nino got up and sat huddled against the pillows looking down at his arm, or rather more importantly the tattoo on his wrist. It was of a sound bite and to anyone else it looked like two contrasting wavy lines of blue and green. It was his husband saying the name of their two boys and it had saved his life more than once. He ran his finger up and down the waved lines and gave a smile with a stray tear falling from his eye and rolling down his cheek. He breathed shakily and then pressed his lips to the ink.

A sob wanted to force its way out of his mouth but he forced it away choosing instead to bite on his lip and just rock back and forth his shoulders shaking as he angrily blinked away the tears again. The door opened just a crack and his lover’s head appeared a glass of water in one hand and a concerned look on his face. Nino attempted a smile glad of the water but even happier when the man came to sit on the bed and hug him tightly.

“It’s okay Nino...I got you, it’s going to be okay…”

TBC
A/N: I hope that this is okay ^_^

Comments

[gambitsfox.livejournal.com]

I'm so glad his husband came in to hold him......i know its Ohno! 😉

[denyclamp.livejournal.com]

Omg the sound bite is an awesome idea, I'm drooling TqT hey! Don't distract me! xD gambatte nino T.T <3