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(Oliver x Depressed!Reader)<————««
𝚁𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢: leaveskim

(Warning: Mentions of Su!c!de, Self-harm.)
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(By the way, The depression is going to be portrayed as how I see it.)

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It was another day, Like usual.. You were in your room.

You were silently watching the clock tick, As it was the only thing that didn't make you bored somehow.

The sounds of raindrops filled the silence however, It was raining.

You glanced over to the window, watching the raindrops.
Life was quite boring.

I mean, Before.. You used to find joy even in the most simplest and mundane things ever, But now.. You find everything boring.

You tried so hard.. So.. so hard.
And yet, You couldn't find happiness.

Not even the hobbies you enjoyed before could keep you.. happy.
It's like life had became boring and.. mundane.

You walk around in your apartment, Just watching the raindrops fall on the window.

You think to yourself: What's the point of living now?

That's a question that's been on your mind for a long while.. And yet, you never gotten a clear answer.

There wasn't much for you to live for, since.. Your parents had died in that horrific accident.

You were left all alone, No one by your side.. You felt lonely.
You haven't really spoken to anyone lately, And.. You always looked at the knives in your kitchen.

While you were cutting some vegetables, You looked at the knife.

DO IT. DO IT. DO IT. DO IT. DO IT. DO IT. DO IT. DO IT. DO IT. DO IT. DO IT. DO IT. DO IT. DO IT. DO IT. DO IT. DO IT. DO IT. DO IT. DO IT. DO IT.

...

Blood drips from your wrists.

The pain was unbearable, But addicting, You didn't know why.. But... You felt like you should do it again.

AGAIN.

Until you heard your apartment door quietly open, You quickly pull down your sleeves, hiding the cuts, and continue cutting the vegetables.

" Hey Y/N! " Oliver greeted, He was your roommate.. And he seems to have just came back.

" Hi Oliver. " You greet him casually like normal, As you focus on cutting the vegetables.

Oliver notices your.. depressing movements, And he walks over to you.

" Are you okay Y/N? You don't seem like yourself. "
Oliver asks, with genuine worry in his tone.

" I'm fine, Oliver, I'm just not having a good day. " You reassure him, as you stare at the knife, and go into deep thought.

... Should you do it again?
Again?

Again?

Again?

Again?

Agai-

" HEY! "
Oliver shouts, snapping you out of your thoughts.

" O-Oh-, sorry.. What were you saying? "
You ask, trying to make sure Oliver dosent get even more worried.

" ... Y/N, We have to talk. "
Oliver says, as he crosses his arms seriously.
It seems like he knows what's going on.

" Listen Oliver, I'm fine.. "
You try to convince him your fine, But you see he has a look that just says:
' I'm not that dumb. '

" Y/N.. Please... Tell me what's going on! "
Oliver says desperately.

" It's really nothing, Oliver! "
You say, your tone carrying a hint of exasparation.

Oliver then suddenly grabs your wrists and rolls up your sleeve, showing the fresh cuts.
Oliver immediately pulls you forward, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you into a tight hug.

" Y/N.. We talked about this before... You can't keep on doing this just because you blame yourself! "
Oliver says, As he shakes you slightly.

" But- "
Oliver quickly shushes you.

" No buts, Y/N, You've tried ending yourself a week ago! Please... Just stop! "
Oliver says, his tone desperate and pleading.

" Fine.. I'll.. try to stop. "
You agree, Just hugging Oliver even tighter.

" Good.. "
Oliver sits down onto a couch, and pulls you into his lap, And gently ruffles your hair.

You let out a sigh, as you slowly relax, melting into Oliver's reassuring hug.
And.. You slowly drift off to sleep.

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