𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐒𝐚𝐝
𝐓𝐖:
𝐌𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞
𝐒𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦
𝐎𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐝𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠
𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬
Y/N POV:
Today is Tuesday, but I didn't go to school since I didn't feel like it. I've been crying all night, feeling very blue. I just wanna be happy, and free. I feel like I'm locked in a box of pain and I can't escape.
Dua has been very worried, but I just tell her I'm fine and she believes it. I texted her that I won't go to school since I felt sick, even though I wasn't sick at all.
I go to the bathroom, then took out a razor from a drawer. I sit on the floor then sliced my wrists, wincing at the pain. I continue to do it until I was satisfied.
As I was satisfied, I washed off all the blood then went back to my room, I get a hoodie which Dua gave me. I lied down, then scrolled through insta, I thought it'd relief me but all I see are girls who has paper white teeth and perfect body. I throw my phone across my bed, making it hit the wall. I face into my pillow, screaming.
At this point, my pillow was soaked with tears.
"Fuck this world!!" I yell, not caring about what my neighbors would think.
I blast music Dua wrote for me. She said they were to cheer me up. She's just the best, I feel like I don't deserve her.
I took pills from my cabinet then dumped half of them to my hand. I take it then dumped the other half into my mouth, then swallowing.
A few minutes later, I felt very dizzy, so I decided to message Dua.
My lifesaver.
Me: Say your last words I'm about to die.
Dua: What? Are you ok?
Read at 4:56 pm.
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I shut my phone then went to the bathroom. I fill up the bathtub, then took my razor.
Once the bathtub was filled, I sat in it. Not bothering to remove my clothes.
I make incisions on my arms and my legs. I hear a knock on the door then panicked. I quickly slit my throat, then accepted death.
Dua's POV:
Y/N messaged me, and it's very concerning. I hurried to her house, then knocked on her door. She didn't answer so I reached into my pocket to grab my keys. I didn't know where she was, but my gut told me to go check the bathroom in her bedroom so I did.
I was running up the stairs, hurriedly. As I got into her room, I was a bit nervous, but I opened the door. I see no y/n, so I check the bathroom.
There she is. I was shaking when I saw her and didn't know what to do. I immediately grabbed her phone then called 911. She was Infront of me, accepting death. I took her out of the bathtub, then put her to the floor. "I'm finally free, Dua.." She tried to say, but came out as breathless groans. "Baby, please don't leave me now! Please!"
"I'll be fine." She said, then she closes her eyes. I couldn't feel her pulse.. She's dead... She died inside of my arms...
"No! Y/N! You can't do this to me!" I was sobbing.
A/N: Sorry for this chapter, I don't like it, but this is my way of coping :)
