Thomas Brodie Sangster Imagines

Suicidal. (2)

Ok that's fucking sexy asf💦
Busy week, lots of homework, it's the weekends.
It's one of those nights... Really loud sleeping with sirens music.... Locked in my room.... Surrounded by thoughts... 😩😫

Thomas's POV.

I pushed open the door to y/n and mines apartment. I saw all the hate comments on her photo. I just really hope she isn't crying over the low life people. She's just so innocent and kind hearted, sensitive too, how could they be so cruel?
Throwing my keys on the couch, I stopped when I saw her phone. It was blowing up notifications. Meaning she saw all the hate.

"Bloody hell" I cursed as I ran a hand through my hair.

Y/n was no where to be seen, and she normally keeps her phone with her everywhere she goes. That started to worry me. I quickly ran up the stairs, to our bedroom.
I pushed open the door in a rush.
"Y/n? I called for her" my voice was filled with worry. The bathroom door caught my attention.
Shit! what if...?
I slowly edged towards the bathroom.
"Y/n? ah.. I'm coming in alright? I gently pushed the door open.
The sight in front of me made my blood run cold.
"Y/n!" I yelled at the small blooded figure on the ground. I dropped onto my knees and took her into my arms, shaking her violently trying to wake her.

"Y/n!" I cried.

Her arms were slit land blood was still pouring out from the cuts. "Y/n!" I shook her as I cried. There was a razor stained with blood next to her. I grabbed it, cutting myself in the process.
"Shit!" I yelled.

I threw the razor to the other side of the bathroom. Grabbing two towels i pressed down onto her cuts.

"Y/N!? fucking hell!" I yelled out in tears.

THIRD PERSON VIEW.

Thomas had not experienced anything like he did. And never in his life would he ever thought of y/n commit suicide. The sight was terrifying.

The love of his life lying pale and barely alive in his arms. He cried as he dialled for an ambulance. Screaming into the phone as he shook her more trying to wake her. He threw his phone across the bathroom as soon as he hung up. Crying out random words as he shook her and tried to wake her up.

He wrapped the towels tighter around her arms. She didn't wince or even move. Just lifeless. Peaceful.

He cried into her cold body, drenching her clothes in tears. He regret not coming home earlier, not standing up for her to all the hate. He was angry at himself. In rage, he threw everything he touched and broke them. His hands were blooded and bruised by the time he was done. Everything was ruined and broken, torn down and shattered. He then hugged y/n closer to him, crying and screaming her name.

It felt like hours for the ambulance to arrive. Never in his life has he thought he would have to witness y/n being lifted onto a stretcher and pushed into the van.

The pain in his chest was weighing him down. He cried and choked on his own breathes. He stared at the pale body on the white stretcher. Griping her hand in his own, he pleaded and prayed that he wasn't too late.

The car came to a stop. The nurses who were trying to stop the blood flow, while pushing the stretcher out of the van and into the ER rooms. Thomas ran with them, and tried to get in too. But the doors shut in his face as the nurses dragged him back and into a seat, yelling at him to calm down, and that they were going to handle everything.

He slid down and sat on the cold floor. The people around gave him looks of pity.

All he knew then, was that he could lose y/n, along with himself.

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I'm kinda drowning in Sleeping With Sirens right now, so bye!!
Ok now I have to go down and buy mince fucking pies.

Shitty chapter maybe?? Idk.