TW:
Drug use
Self harm
Possible death?
I soothed Jamie the best I could but I couldn't get all the stuff Tristan said out of my head, I've never seen him he such a fucking jerk.
Jamie ended up falling back to sleep.
I have no idea what's gonna go on with the show tonight. I don't know if it'll be canceled or what.
Time skip:
Its been around an hour and Jamie was still asleep. I looked down at his wrist again..I should probably do something about that.. i dunno clean or something.
I started to run my fingers through his soft hair for a while, just thinking about everything.
Eventually I stopped playing with his hair.
He groaned and opened his eyes.
"Why'd you stop?"
He whined
"Sorry."
I smiled
I put my hands back in his hair this time he just stayed up.
"Jamie.."
"Hmmm"
"I.."
Fuck
"What?"
He looked up at me
"I want you to know I'm here for you"
I was gonna say I love you but I was to scared.
What if he doesn't feel the same way..it's only been two months, is that a long time.. I don't know I've never been in a relationship like this but I know I do love him
He just smiled and me
"Are you still going on tonight or canceling"
I asked
"Going to save me the fucking headache from Tristan"
He said
"Mmm"
I nodded
"I wanna go.. I missed the first two nights I really wanna go tonight.. that okay with you?"
"of course"
"I kinda wanna get something different to wear though.. I don't have anything nice with me"
"You look good in everything darling"
"I just want something special"
I said
He nodded
"Would you mind if I went out a few hours before the show and picked something out?"
"Not at all love"
Time skip:
I put on a little makeup and a cute outfit and got my stuff to leave.
"Bye if you need anything call me.. or get Sam or something"
I said before kissing Jamie on the check.
"Bye"
He said back.
Then I left I headed towards the malls.
Jamie's POV:
Everything's going fucking wrong
Fuck fuck fuck
Then Sam walked through the door
"Hi"
Sam said
"Hi?"
"So ummm we still going on tonight"
"I guess"
"Kay..hey I'm sorry about Tristan he's being a fucking dick"
"Doesn't matter"
"Sooooo...anything you wanna talk about?"
"Nope"
I got up and grabbed my phone walking towards the door.
"Where you going?"
Sam asked
"Out"
I said dully
Time skip:
At this point I didn't even know where the fuck I was.
Fuck it.
I took my phone out of my pocket and dialled my old dealers number I think he lives somewhere around here.
It rang three times until finally he answered
"Hello?"
He said
"Umm hi"
"Jamie?"
"Yeah"
"Why are you calling..? I thought you were clean?"
"Yeah.. I was"
"Was?"
"Yeah I need something"
"What"
"Anything I really don't care what it is"
"I don't think this is a good idea"
"Jesus did you go fucking religious or something your a dealer for fucks sake"
"I know it's just.. I actually care about you I don't wanna see you in that situation again"
"Listen I'm not a fucking kid I know what I'm doing"
"Fine meet me at (to lazy to put a address)"
"Kay"
I meant him and that spot and bought a bunch of edibles.
Once I got them I took a few already feeling the relief.
Time skip:
I started walking back to the hotel.
Once I got there I sat down on the bed and started thinking about everything again.
Fuck I can't do this anymore.
2 more.
Fuck I feel guilty for this.
5 more.
I turned on my phone and saw a bunch of stuff posted by fans saying that they thought something was wrong and I've seemed sad lately.
Fuck this..
I took the whole bag.
I felt like I was floating. Jesus Christ.
Soon I felt tears falling down my face.
My head dropped down to my hands as I sobbed.
Why do I have to feel like this.
I wish I was just dead sometimes.
Wait fuck this.. I can be I want it it's the only thing. It's better then feeling like this all the time.
I got up and started walking towards the bathroom. I opened the cabinet looking for something sharp.
Nothing
I walked back out remembering I have a blade in my phone case.
I took it out and sat down.
I slowly brought it to my wrist and pressed it down dragging it across my skin. Blood rushed out of it as I cut the other one making sure it was deep enough to kill me. I also took a shit Ton of drugs so the chances of me living are slim.
Tears fell out of my eyes as I laid back watching the blood drip out.
My eyelids started to feel heavy so I closed them slowly starting to feel myself lose life.
Y/n's POV:
I picked out a nice outfit after a few hours and started heading back to the hotel. Finally I got there and when I entered the lobby there was Tristan for fuck sake
"Hi"
He said
"The fuck do you want"
I asked obviously still pissed at him
"I just wanted to say I'm sorry, I was overreacting and I kinda feel bad"
"Oh..we'll okay I gotta get back I'll see you later I guess"
He nodded and I got into the elevator waiting to reach my floor.
Once I did I walked towards the room door and opened it.
A/n: whoop whoop that's the sound of the police
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