Karlnap Oneshots [DISCONTINUED]

Am I Good Enough?

Tw- SH, eating disorder, attempted overdose, heavy angst.

Please be aware that I also write this stuff as a way to cope with my own feelings and problems.

Enjoy!
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It was a usual day for the brunette boy. A day of feeling neglected and not good enough. His boyfriend, Nick, had been working day and night and Karl just felt as if he wasn't good enough anymore, despite him knowing that Nick had work that he had to do, and videos he had to edit and record. Karl still just felt like he wasn't good enough...and that he wasn't good enough for anyone anymore.

(A/N- Karl and Nick live together in this, just so you don't get confused!)

Karl sat in his and Nick's shared bedroom, sitting with his knees to his chest, he was quietly looking through Twitter on his phone, replying to some of his friends tweets...no response..as usual.
Something couldn't help but catch Karl's eye, a specific hate comment on one of his posts. He read it quietly. It read.

"Karl, you're just a fat, useless waste of space. You deserve to starve. Just die already, it would fix everything."

(A/N- I WOULD NEVER SAY THIS MYSELF, KARL IS AN AMAZING PERSON AND IS SO BEAUTIFUL. IT IS JUST FOR THE STORY AND FOR ANGST. )

Karl's breath hitched in his throat, tears threatening to fall from his eyes. He held back from crying, though the tears began to burn his eyes a bit. He quickly tossed his phone to the side, forgetting to turn it off, it landing screen up.

Nick had currently been out shopping, if Karl wanted to try anything, now was the time.

The brunette frantically got up, tears beginning to stream down his face as he ran to the bathroom, quickly closing the door, luckily, he forgot to lock it. He paused as he looked at himself in the mirror, slightly moving to lift up his shirt, just examining himself a bit, "I'll never be good enough..." Karl mumbled. He dropped his shirt back down, opening the cupboard and quickly grabbing a bottle of pain killers. He looked at the bottle, his hands beginning to shake more than they already had been.

He fell to his knees, the bottle falling next to him. He couldn't...he couldn't do it...

Karl let more tears sting his eyes and roll down his cheeks. 'I'm not good enough...' Those words haunted the boy as he stayed on the floor. His face red from crying already. 'I'll never be enough...'. Negativities just kept filling Karl's head, to the point where he could barely think straight anymore.

His shaky hand reached for the pill bottle beside him, he grabbed it before moving to sit with his back against the bathtub. He looked at the pill bottle, his eyes dulling a bit, more tears just falling down his face. The thoughts in his mind just continued.

'Do it. Nobody will notice that you're gone. Just do it.'
'You never mattered in the first place.'
'Take the pills, Jacobs. Before he comes home.'

Karl let a shaky breath escape him after a moment. He opened the bottle. He poured the pills into his hand, there weren't many left, around 40 were in his hand. He closed his eyes as he dumped the pills into his mouth, swallowing them.

A few minutes passed, Karl was barely holding onto his consciousness when he heard the faint sound of the front door opening then closing, then the sound of Nick's voice, echoing through the silent house.

"KARL!! BABY I'M HOME!!"
"KARL??"

The sound of footsteps came up the stairs, going past the bathroom to the bedroom.

"Karl? Sweetheart?"

Nick walked to the bed, seeing Karl's phone, turned on, and on that same screen with the hate comment. Nick immediately began panicking as he read it, he immediately knew where Karl was...The bathroom...

Nick ran to the bathroom, knocking frantically on the door. He grabbed the knob, surprised that it turned. He quickly pushed the door open, his heart sank at the sight of Karl on the floor, nearly passed out, with the sight of the empty pill bottle...on the floor...

"Karl?! Karl!!"

Nick's eyes teared up as he watched Karl, seeing his nearly lifeless eyes looking back at him, through his fluffy, long hair. He quickly ran to Karl, falling to his knees in front of Karl, he cupped Karl's face in his hands.

"Karl, baby..please stay with me!..stay awake!..."
"Baby you gotta throw it up...please...! I can't lose you!..."

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A few days passed...
Karl was taken to the hospital, got his stomach pumped, and got put on a feeding tube.

Karl was taken home, with the consequence of just constant attention and love from Nick. Which, he didn't mind much...his insecurities were still there, but not as badly.
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Word count- 820 words

Thank you for reading!!