5SOS Imagines vol. 2

Suicide/Suicide Attempt-MC

TRIGGER WARNING!!!!!! Do not read if you feel as though you may be triggered by it. I love you all!

YOUR POV

I'm done. I couldn't take it anymore. I'm constantly called names, told I won't amount to anything, and ridiculed for my boyfriend. I'm over being constantly put down. And worst part, all of this shit came from my family. If I'm not accepted into my own family, then what's the point? If my own family can't stand to even look at me, then what purpose do I have on this planet.

School is hard for me as it is. And when I have my family telling me that I won't be able to achieve what I want in life, that the classes I'm taking are too hard, and I should pursue something else, it makes things worse. I moved in with my boyfriend because I couldn't live in my house anymore. Literally, they told me to leave. And when they found out I was staying with Michael, it stirred things up even more. My family never liked Michael. They thought he was neglectful and unfaithful because he was a rockstar, or as my uncle called him, a "punk prick".

I love Michael. And I know he would never hurt me. I just can't help but wonder why he likes me.

I stared at myself in the mirror. It was no doubt that my depression made me a different person. Sometimes I can't even stand to look at myself.

I picked up the small blade that I had resting on the bathroom counter. I let the sharp piece of metal run across the skin on my arm. I felt a wave of relief as the crimson liquid seeped from my veins. I kept cutting, each one a little deeper than the last. I started to feel lightheaded, so I sat down on the floor. I heard a voice ring out in the distance. It was Michael, and Luke. I had left the door to the bathroom open. I didn't care. Let them know. Michael knew of my past. It would be no surprise to him.

"(y/n), where are you? Luke and I have come to steal you," he said, a giggle in his voice. His footsteps got closer and then he appeared in the door way. "Oh god," he said as he rushed to me. He grabbed a towel that was hanging on the rack and pressed it down on my arm.

"Michael? What are you doing home?"

"Shh, baby. Try not to talk. Holy shit. . ." his voice was calm, but I could hear the panic behind it. "Luke! Call an ambulance!"

"Please don't," I begged. "I'm fine."

"Like hell you are," he said. I couldn't keep my eyes open. Had I tried to kill myself? It certainly wasn't my intention. Maybe it was subconciously. All I had wanted was to take the pain away. My eyes slowly drifted shut and Michael was the last thing I saw before things went dark.

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I woke in an extremely comfortable bed. Soft, warm, cozy. . . I opened my eyes and looked around me. I was in my bedroom, laying in the bed I shared with Michael.

I looked to my left and saw Michael sitting by the open window. He stood and walked over to me, kneeling next to the bedside.

"Hi, Sweetheart," he said.

"I don't get it," my voice croaked. "Why am I not in the hospital?"

"The paramedics said that your wounds weren't severe enough for you to be hospitalized."

"But the blood. . . It was on the floor. . . And on the towel. . ."

"You lost some blood, but not enough to where your body can't regenerate more. And your cuts aren't stitched. They're glued. They weren't deep enough to need stitches. You should consider yourself lucky."

"Yeah," was all I said.

"Why?"

I felt the tears begin to well up. "I didn't mean to. . . I hadn't meant to. . . Or even try to. . . I just wanted relief from the pain and the cuts just got deeper and deeper as they progressed. I'm so sorry, Mikey.

"Shh. . . You're going to be okay. I'm here. I always will be."

"I love you, Michael."

"I love you too, baby girl. You need rest. I'll get you some water and call the doctor to let him know you've woken up. He'll want to see you again tomorrow."

I nodded as he walked out of the room. About ten minutes later, he returned with a glass of water. I took small sips and set it down on the bedside table. I looked at Michael with a longing look and he knew what that meant. He crawled into bed with me, pulling me into his side and letting my head rest on his chest. His scent was comforting.

"Get some rest, Princess. I love you."

"I love you too," I mumbled before drifting off to sleep.