WARNING: THIS CHAPTER HAS TO DO WITH SUICIDE AND COULD BE TRIGGERING.
"Y/N!" Yata shouted from behind you. "Stop!"
You kept on running. You were almost at your apartment now. You hadn't meant for Yata to see your arms, and the fresh cuts that ran along them. You had forgotten that you were wearing a tank top under your sweatshirt and when you removed your sweatshirt, Yata's eyes had gone straight to your arms.
You didn't know what to say to Yata, so you just ran. It wasn't the first time he'd seen the cuts, but last time, you promised you wouldn't do it again. You didn't keep that promise though. He had been trying his best to help you, but your mind always went back to the dark thoughts, forcing you to cut again.
Yata was catching up to you, but thankfully you'd reached your apartment. You raced up the stairs to the door and unlocked it, making it inside and slamming the door just as Yata made it up the stairs.
"Damn it, Y/N!" Yata swore from outside your door as you locked it, leaning your back against it. "Let me in!"
"Go away!" You called back, closing your eyes as you rested your head back against the door.
"No! Open the door!" He pleaded. "I'm not mad, please just let me in."
You bit your lip, tears starting to roll down your cheeks. "You should just leave, Yata." You called back weakly. "I'm too far gone."
"No! No you're not!" Yata's voice raised, taking on a slightly panicky tone. "Don't say that Y/N! Don't ever say that again!"
"But it's true." You pushed off the door.
"You can't think like that! You have to remember all the good things! Forget the bad and focus on the good!"
"I can't." You mumbled, though you knew he heard you. "You should leave, Yata. I don't want you here for this."
"For what? Y/N? Y/N?!" Yata was full on panicking now as you walked away to the bathroom. "Y/N! Open the door!"
You opened the cabinet above the sink and pulled out the bottle of pills you kept there, staring down at it as you heard Yata begin to bang frantically on your front door.
"Y/N!"
"I'm sorry." You whispered, trying to uncap the bottle. It wouldn't pop off and you were starting to get frustrated, hysteria starting to set in.
By now, Yata was ramming the door, trying to break it down. One more hard ram and a blast of his flames and it fell to the floor with a loud bang. Yata rushed inside the apartment, looking around frantically, eyes landing on the light coming from the hallway. "Y/N?!"
You slammed the bathroom door shut as Yata came flying down the hallway, crying as you struggled to un cap the dumb bottle.
