Avengers One-Shots (Requests Closed)

Sam X Reader: Here For You

A/N: Okay I have been wanting to do this one shot for a while since someone suggested that I should Sam Wilson/Falcon one shots.

WARNING: Mentions depression symptoms, self-injury, description of a suicide attempt and a lot of feels. If you cannot handle it, then I highly suggest that you do not continue reading it. This is not a joking manner by the way. If you have those thoughts or feelings, please talk to someone. You can even message me if you would like. No one should be alone during that.

Hope you guys like it.

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It was been a rough couple of months for you.

When you had been told that your best friend/brother Riley was killed in action by RPG during a standard rescue operation, you were beyond devastated. Your whole body got locked up and fell to the ground as your tears came gushing down. You were shaking so much that Sam, Riley's partner and friend who had told you the news, had to pick you up and take you to your room.

In the beginning, all you did was cry. It has always been the two of you. Ever since your parents had died when you were a kid, it has been you and Riley against the world. He was not only your older brother, but your father, mother, best friend.....your everything. He had always been there for you whether a boy had broken your heart or it was your graduation. Riley was always there. And now he was gone.

He would never get to see you finish college. Never see you dating the right man or try to scare and be overprotective brother he would be. Never see you walking down the aisle. Never meet his nieces and nephews. Never see you become the woman of you had always worked so hard to become.

Soon everything became a blur. School was becoming more and more of a burden. You had done well on putting on your mask and pretending that you were coping with everything well. When you got home, you took it showing how tired and upset you were.

You slowly stopped hanging out with your friends, making excuses or fake promises. You lost interest in your hobbies. You had stopped interacting with the world entirely, wanting to be alone in your dark hole of isolation and sadness.

You couldn't sleep most nights. Nightmares of Riley's death and of the funeral. They kept you awake so many times that you just stopped trying.

Soon enough you dropped out of college. You just stop doing life.

Nothing else seemed to be important.

You felt nothing. You saw nothing. You just were tired of living without your anchor.

At first the thoughts came in. Saying it could all be over. That you could end it. You ignored them at first. Then they started to make some sense.

You wanted to feel something. You decided to cut in places people would not see. Your thighs, your upper arms. Then you had heard about burning. You had tried it and it had the same, yet better effect. It had made you feel alive and made you feel something. If people had asked what had happened, you would just say that it was a cooking accident.

One day you had came up with a plan. To be free from the pain. Free from the sadness.

You had wrote a series of letters to those friends who pushed you to hang out with. Examinations of your suicide. Why you killed yourself.

You had closed all of your windows and doors. You took your depression pills from your therapist you had stopped seeing a few months ago into the kitchen. You turned on the oven and let the fumes spread. As you had swallowed all of those pills, you touched your cuts waiting for the final blow.