Could it be Love?

Chapter 11: His First Real Attempt.

TW: Suicide and Angst 😍😍

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Ryleigh POV:

Tom and I were normally cuddled together, but suddenly everything went... darker?

I felt colder, and a wave of sadness rushed over me.

I felt... lonely.

I slowly stirred awake, to find Tommy wasn't wrapped in my arms anymore.

In fact, he wasn't in the room at all anymore.

I thought nothing of it, he was probably in the bathroom.

Wiping the sleepiness from my eyes, I walked down the hall to the bathroom.

The door was shut, but not locked. Light shone out from the crack under the door.

I heard soft crying, and mumbling on the other side of the door.

Fuck. Is he- ... doing it again?

I quickly grabbed the handle, turning it. Surprisingly, the door was unlocked.

Slowly, I pushed the door open.

"Tommy...? Is everything alright?"

To my horror, I saw him, sat against the wall, a knife in his hands.

The knife was pointed towards his chest.

His head snapped up at me.

"Ryleigh? I-im s-" He paused for a split second. "No. You cant stop me. I have to do this."

"Tommy! Please, don't. I can't lose you here ! I know you've heard it over and over, but it'll get better. Please, I'm begging you. Just put the knife down. We can talk. About anything. Everything. Or nothing, if you'd prefer. Please. I need you."

His eyes widened as I spoke.

Thoughts were racing through my mind.

My main goal is to get the knife from him. If I get too close, he may stab himself before I can stop him.

I can't stall for very long, and I can't convince him either.

So what? What the fuck can I do?

"No. Nonono. stop it. PLEASE STOP! I've made up my mind. I'm doing this. I have to."

He dropped the knife to the floor, covering his ears, and closing his eyes as tight as possible. he continued mumbling.

This is my chance!

I ran in, and kicked the knife to the other side of the bathroom before he could react.

"No! Ryleigh, stop!" he called out. He got up quickly to grab the knife again, but I grabbed his arm, and pulled him onto me.

I wrapped my arms around him tightly, and backed up against the wall, as far away from the knife as I could.

As long as I can keep him here, and away from the knife, he'll be okay.

"Let me go! Ryleigh, stop it! I need to do this!" he said, but I could hear him breaking down.

I said nothing, and held him tighter as he started to scratch my arms into letting him go.

"let me go! please!" he said. he cried harder than before, collapsing onto me.

"please.." He said, softly. He sobbed, his head hung, facing the floor.

he sniffled harshly, no longer trying to break from my grasp.