(⚠️Mentions of suicide, self-harm, depression, and anxiety⚠️)(thank you so much for almost 300 views)(thank you to everyone who has voted for my stories)(PLEASE I NEED IDEAS IF YOU HAVE ANY COMMENT THEM🙏🙏)(writing this in Easter so hope you had a nice Easter)(sorry about the last part it wasn't that good)
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Wilhelm pov:
I woke up feeling off today, just like different. I walked over to my bathroom and washed my face. I checked my phone
1:38
Oh dang I slept in. I haven't really been getting the best sleep in the last few days. I walked out of my room and down to the kitchen. I didn't see anyone in the kitchen so I just took my food to my room. I sat down on my bed and started eating my food. I just watched instagram for a while. I put my plate on my nightstand, I really didn't have anything to do today so I sat in bed. Someone knocked on my door
"Come in" I yelled
"Hey sweetie just wanted to make sure your awake"
"Mhm I'm awake"
"Are you feeling ok"
She walked over to my bed, I looked up at her and she placed the back of her hand on my forehead
"You feel ok, if you need anything just text me"
"Ok"
She took the plates off of my nightstand and left. I looked through instagram for a while. I wanted to call Simon or just text him bc I love talking to him but I don't wanna bother him. I debated calling him.
Hey can I call you?
No sorry not rn
Ok sorry
I put my phone down and started to tear up a little, I got out of bed to close my curtains, I walked to my mirror in my bathroom and looked at myself. I hated feeling like this, like I was just bothering everyone I talk to. I wiped the tear that fell on my cheek. I started to cry harder, I can't control it. I can't stop it's all just coming out. I sit down on the bathroom floor and lean against the wall, I pull out my phone from my pocket. I debate taking the case off, I haven't been clean for that long but all my past cuts are just scars.
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I pick the blade up, I look at it for a bit. It's the only way to stop the way I'm feeling right? It works every time so why should I stop. I pull the blade up to my wrist. I pull down my watch and see all of my scars. I put the blade up to my skin, I slowly push down and drag the blade across my skin. I feel it stinging as the blade cuts my skin. It doesn't hurt to much, it distracts me from what my mind is saying. I pull the blade back and start another cut, and another. After five cuts I put the blade down, I start crying even harder. Why would I fucking cut myself. I start bitting the inside of my cheek and just cry. I feel so guilty about cutting again, I swore to myself I would never do it again.
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There is only one way out of what I'm feeling. I look up at my shelf with advil on it. I stand up with shaking legs and grab the bottle. I open it, I put some on my hand and slowly take them. I start feeling really dizzy, my legs feel like I'm about to collapse. My vision goes really blurry and I start stumbling, I drop the bottle on the floor. I lean on the counter to support myself, I trip over my feet and fall to the floor. I hear someone saying something outside my door but I can't focus on them now. I am on the floor now and I hear someone running through my room. My vision starts going black.
Queen pov:
I hear a bottle hit the floor as I'm walking up the stairs, I stop once I get to the top and listen just to make sure everything is ok. I hear a loud thump. I walk over to Wilhelm's bedroom and knock on the door
"Wilhelm was that you?"
"Wilhelm are you okay?"
I open the door and see his bathroom door cracked open, I run in and open the door. I see Wilhelm laying on the floor, next to him there is a blade and a pill bottle. I screamed. A maid ran in as I kneeled down to him. She pulls out her phone and calls 112. I check his pulse, his heart is still beating. I start crying and grab his hand. I hear the emt's walk in as the security leads them in. I back up so they can work on him. I look over at the counter and his phone is ringing, I grab the phone and look at it closer.
Simon❤️❤️
I pick up the phone
"Hello this is Simon right?"
The paramedics walk swiftly through the door and down the stairs, and I follow them.
"Hello?"
"This is Wilhelm's mother, he needs you right now. We are going to the hospital."
"What happened?"
"I don't know"
He hung up the phone, I climbed into the ambulance. I grabbed Wilhelm's hand and just waited till we got to the hospital. When we got there, people were already taking photos.
Simon pov:
I got to the hospital about the same time the ambulance pulled up. I ran over to Wilhelm and his mom. Security and paramedics trying to stop me. I got to the side of the bed as the paramedics rolled him into the hospital. The people in the waiting room all stared at us as we ran down the hallway. Me and the Queen were told to stay right next to his bed as he recovers. I stood up and grabbed his hand. He was sleeping right now, he had all of these tubes connected to him. He had a bunch of machines connected to him. I kissed his head, I know that his mom is watching but I really don't care. I sit back down and open instagram.
Some doctors came in and pulled some of the tubes. I just watched him, his mom stepped out of the room. I looked back down at my phone. After a bit of scrolling, Wilhelm starts coughing and some nurses come in. I try to see what's happening but there blocking my view. I stand up as the nurses are walking away. I step over to him and grab his hand. He doesn't look in my eyes. I lift his chin up and kiss him, "I love you so much". He just looks down and starts to tear up.
"It's ok Wille, you're safe now."
"I know"
I squat down next to his bed and let me head rest on his arm. He looks at me and laughs. The queen walks in and runs to his bedside. She hugs and kisses him.
"I'm so glad your ok" she smiled down at him
I stand up and hug him. I wipe away the tear that fell down his cheek and kissed him.
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