Cristiano Ronaldo Jr [one-shots]

My Enemy pt 3

*TW suicide, knives, blood*

Becca 🤢🤮

B: Y/n where r u?

Y: Why do u care? u tried to kill me

B: Wait, what! Y/n answer rn!

Y: piss off becca. I've had enough

B: This isn't becca, it's Cris! I don't have ur number, and Jasmine refused to let me use her phone

Y: Oh, you

B: Yes, me now tell me where u r idiot

Y: I'd rather be alone rn

B: ur so irritating

B: y/n

B: y/n answer rn

My head was spinning. I dropped my phone and held onto a tree for support.

I stumbled in the direction of the cabins my head pounded as I felt the blood dribbling down my neck all the way down my legs.

"Y/n!" Cris shouted, running over.

"Hang on, let me clean up." I slurred, pushing past him and going into the nearest cabin. What a coincidence it was, Beccas.

I scrambled over to her bed, looking around for a bag. On the way here, she told me she had a knife. Let's hope she wasn't just joking.

I smiled as I saw the bag shoved right at the back. Slowly crouching down, I grabbed the bag and unzipped it.

My eyes gleamed as my fingers curled around the handle of a clean, sharp blade.

I staggered to the bathroom, locking the door behind me.

"Y/n, are you okay? You've been in there for a while now!" Cris said from the other side of the door.

"Yeah." I replied, my mind suddenly sharp and fizzing.

"Let me in." He said, starting to pund on the door.

"No!" I shouted, collapsing onto the sink.

The pain I felt. It was all going to end one quick movement, and I would be free.

Maybe Becca was right. Maybe I should've killed myself sooner.

I squeezed my eyes shut, and...

Cristianos pov

A thud etched around the inside of the bathroom she must've fallen.

"Y/n open the door!" I screamed.

I ran around the room, trying to find something to bust open the door.

That's when I saw it. Blood. Deep red and seeping through the door.

"Y/n!" I yelled, starting to panic. I rammed into the door with my shoulder. Somehow, it burst open.

The sight in front of me was enough to make me want to throw up.

She lay on the floor lifeless. Lying in a pool of her own blood.

"No, no, no,no ,no!" I repeated. She can't be dead. I hant confessed.

"Y/n! Please!" I begged sinking down next to her still warm body.

"I need to tell you something. Y/n I like you. I like you a lot! I need you to wake up, please!" He begged.

"Wake up!" I screamed.

Her glazed eyes gazed up at me.

I screamed. A high, cold screech. People came running in hands, holding me, taking me away from her. Voices engines screaming, crying shouting. All of it couldn't bring her back. Nothing. It was pointless.

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Okay, so this story took a turn bet you weren't expecting that! Don't worry. The next ones aren't as horrific. Also, a reminder today is the 31st of July, meaning wear pink for Aubreigh and braids for Ava! Rest in peace, beautiful angels. 🕊💗