one shots galore

the day's ending

/trigger warning\ 

sam's prov 

 It was a cold fall evening, i had been texting my boyfriend under the table. my family was happily having dinner laughing at my brothers jokes,  god how i missed this. my older brother had moved out, leaving just me and my mother. lets just say we don't get along too well. My mother sent the occasional glare to me, she knew i was texting my boyfriend, dylan. no matter how much she tried to break us up it never worked. she thought he was a "bad influence" but honestly she hates him because he has piercings and tattoos. i gave her an innocent smile and her glare hardened. my brother noticed
"so mom, how has life been without me" he had a cocky smile on

"just terrible, your whore of a sister hasn't changed at all." she sent one last glare then gave a warm smile to my brother
" looks like the apple didnt fall far from the tree" i gave a smirk and went back to texting dylan. my brother was laughing and my mother looked appalled. she got up and stomped towards me
"stomp any harder and you'll break the floor" the smirk never leaving my face. i looked up and she had utter hatred written all over her face. My brother ran towards her and lifted her up

"stop it mom, you had that coming for calling  her a whore" he carried her to her seat
"what the hell did i do wrong with her! she's a failure- " she kept going on and on about how bad i was, but i wasn't listening my focus was on dylan, he was in the middle of a depression attack. The text i will never forget, "please don't forget me my love, i....i can't go on anymore. promise me you will find someone better then me?" i read that once and jumped from my seat startling everyone, i then ran out of the kitchen ignoring the calls for me to come back. i grabbed my keys and raced to my car. my mother followed me out screaming for me never to come back. i quickly drove to his house, grabbed the key from under his plant, and unlocked the house. i raced up to his bedroom and started pounding on his door so hard my fists were starting to bruise. i hit his door one last time then grabbed my debit card and jiggled it in between the door and the wall till i got the door opened. i opened the door and saw him with a knife up to his throat, he was seconds away from slitting his throat.
"dylan please stop don't do this!" i yelled i grabbed the knife from him. he stared at me emotionless
"why" his voice cracked.
"because... i need you.... i know it sound cliche but.... i do. i love you p-please don't." i started crying. he got up and hugged me.
"stop crying please... you can get along without me.." he let go and ran into his bathroom, locking it behind him
"dylan please don't do this. you are the only person i have left. don't leave me" i was pounding on his door, i started scratching his door till my fingers started to bleed. no answer. i screamed louder and hit the door harder. i heard a faint i love you then something drop. i stopped hitting the door. i curled up next to the door sobbing uncontrollably. i looked at the knife i had grabbed from him.
" i could have saved him!..... why didn't i fucking save him!" i screamed to myself, i sobbed more. "
i stared at the knife and ran my finger along the edge. a thin line of blood came from my finger.
"h-h-he's gone" i sobbed. i lifted the knife to my throat.

"i love you" i faintly said.
Then i was gone...