"Perfect Golden child" pt 2
TW: Mentions of suicide, self harm
Y/N POV:
I woke up the middle of the night, covered in cold sweat. I swear to God, these nightmares I get whenever we get home from tour are horrible. I wish they disappear.
I realized that it was only 3 am, but I can't sleep anymore. I just grab my phone and read my old messages with Dua, the nice little messages she'd send me, asking me if I'm fine, motivating me to go on with my day, and telling me everything will be fine. I miss being her little angel. I used to always look up to her. She was my guide, but things changed.
She hates me now, but I still love her, and I don't like the fact that I can't hate her, she said she'll always hate me and she wishes that I'm dead.
She thinks it doesn't hurt me, but it does, I've tried killing myself to make her happy.
Maybe, I kill myself right now, and she'll be happier, without me. She'll live the life of her dreams. I'll do anything to make her happy, even if it has to take my life.
I think it's time.
I walk to my closet and take out the bottle of Xanax I have. I also took a blade. I walk to my bathroom, and sat down on the floor.
I open the bottle of Xanax, and take half if it, then proceeded to slit my wrists.
My vision was getting blurry, from tears, and probably cuz I'm dying. I try to stand up, but immediately fell, and hit my head, then everything went black.
A/N: Hi, so my mental health has been a bitch, I literally wanna kms so bad. Also sorry this shit is late, ok goodbye
