The Itch

You scratched at the edge of your long sleeve shirt, desperate to get the feeling of euphoria from scratching your arms. However, you couldn't. You were out and about with a small group of your friends, and the last thing they needed was you rolling up your sleeves to show the dozens of bandages encasing your forearms. You knew you shouldn't, but the feeling of the dull pain, the satisfaction of seeing your skin bright red and many times bleeding was just too good. You hated yourself, and getting the pain you knew you deserved was too good. (Reader self harms and has their choice of comfort from any character they'd like.)((UPDATE: This will only be written and updated as comments and requested characters are expressed to me. Just as a FYI.))((UPDATE: Characters will be written and published in the order they are requested. Don't expect a recent request to be written soon, I have a backlog of 10+ characters atm.))((UPDATE: Please wait to request characters from now until I say I'm ready, there are nearly sixteen chapters I need to write. Requests are being written but no new requests will be accepted from here on.))