𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗧𝘂𝗯𝗲𝗿 𝗜𝗺𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘀 𝗕𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝗢𝗻𝗲

𑁍𝗡𝗶𝗰𝗸 𝗦𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗼𝗹𝗼~𝗧𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁𝘀𑁍

TW~Suicidal thoughts and mentions of self-harm and pills.

Y/N's POV

I've known the Sturniolo for years, ever since we were kids. Nick's always been there for me through thick and thin, but today is different. I woke up feeling like a dark cloud was hanging over me, and the weight of the world felt like it was crushing me. As the day went on, the feeling only grew stronger, until it felt like I was suffocating.

I tried to push through the feelings of despair and hopelessness, but they consumed me. I found myself on the bathroom floor, with my knees pulled up to my chest and my head between them. Tears streamed down my face as I struggled to breathe, a panicked feeling taking hold of me. The thoughts of ending it all raced through my mind, and I felt more lost than ever before.

In a moment of desperation, I remembered Nick. I grabbed my phone and dialed his number, my voice shaking as it went to voicemail begging for help. I called again and this time it picked up.

"Hey girl, what's going on?" He spoke, his voice filled with the enthusiasm that it always has.

"N-Nick, please help me, I don't know what to do anymore!" I sobbed, finding it harder and harder to breathe.

"Y/N, hey, calm down, talk to me, I'm coming okay, hang tight for me and take deep breaths." He spoke as I tried to take some deep breaths.

To my surprise, he arrived at my house only minutes later, his concern evident on his face.

"Hey, hey, it's okay," Nick said gently, kneeling down next to me on the bathroom floor. "Are you okay? Have you harmed yourself? Have you taken anything?"

I shook my head, unable to form coherent words as tears continued to fall. "I'm so sorry, Nick I'm sorry, I'm sorry," I managed to choke out between sobs.

Nick wrapped his arms around me in a comforting hug, rubbing my back soothingly. "It's okay, it's okay," he repeated, his voice calm and reassuring. "Let's get you up and into the living room, okay? We'll figure this out together."

With Nick's help, I slowly stood up and made my way to the living room. He sat me down on the couch and got a glass of water, handing it to me with a gentle smile. I took a few sips, feeling the panic slowly subside as I focused on his presence.

"Talk to me, Y/N" Nick said softly, sitting down next to me. "What's going on? Why are you feeling like this?"

I hesitated, unsure of how to put my feelings into words. But as I looked into Nick's kind eyes, I found myself opening up about the darkness that had consumed me. "I just felt like I wasn't worht anything, and I don't want to b here anymore!" I told him about the overwhelming thoughts of worthlessness and hopelessness that plagued my mind, the deep-seated sadness that seemed to have no end.

Nick listened intently, his expression full of empathy and understanding. "I'm here for you, always," he said sincerely. "You're not alone in this, okay? We'll get through it together."