#8
Summary:
When Gavin comes home from work one day, feeling depressed and finished with life, he decides to end his life. However, will his husband be there in time to stop him?
I walked through the door of the huge house I shared with my husband. The moment the door shut, I screamed out in pain and sadness.
Some days my depression was too much to deal with. Today was one of those days. And it just got worse and worse with each passing hour due to people constantly putting me down and making fun of me.
I let the tears drip down my cheeks. I walked into the bathroom and looked at the razor sitting on the edge. I looked away immediately, being reminded of the scars littered across my wrists.
But, when I looked away, my eyes rested on a bottle of pills Michael left out. He had been having trouble sleeping for the past few nights and he had been taking pills to get himself to fall asleep.
I snatched the bottle up and stormed to my bedroom. I crawled onto the bed and curled up on it. Tears continued to stream down my face as I popped open the bottle and swallowed pill after pill.
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I began feeling drowsy. Everything was growing fuzzy. I felt my eyes closing ever so slowly and I prepared myself for a sleep I'd never awaken from.
I finally let my eyes close for the last time as I clutched onto my creeper necklace and wedding ring Michael gave me.
"Gav, I'm home!" I called out like I usually do. I set my backpack down and pulled my phone out, looking through it to see if Gavin had texted me.
"Gavin?" I called out again, wondering if we didn't hear me.
I sighed and set my phone down, making my way towards Gavin and my's bedroom. For some reason, I felt a shiver go up my spine, like something was horribly wrong.
I walked in, not seeing anything out of the ordinary. Gavin was passed out on the bed, which was understandable due to the day he had.
Until I noticed my empty pill bottle next to him.
"Gavin!" I screamed at him. Jumping on the bed and shaking him. He flopped limply in my arms, not making any movement by himself.
"Gavin!" I screamed louder at him, hitting him gently on his cheeks. He still made no movement.
"Fuck!" I screamed, jumping off the bed and picking Gavin up in my arms. He felt so much heavier than he normally did.
I rushed into the bathroom and laid him gently in the bathtub. I turned on the cold water immediately, watching it drench Gavin immediately. I got in after him, sitting behind him and wrapping my arms around him. The cold water froze me to my core but it would help Gavin wake up...
If he was ever gonna wake up.
I pried Gavin's mouth open and shoved my fingers down his throat. Even through his sleep, his gag reflex still worked perfectly. He coughed harshly and threw up whatever was left in his system. Numerous light blue pills came out with the vomit and I counted as many as seven before I felt him start breathing again.
"Gavin Free... Why..." I moaned. Gavin screamed out loudly.
I decided not to pressure him anymore. I just wrapped my arms tightly around him and allowed the cold water to wake him up fully. I pressed my lips against his cheeks, holding him as closely as possible.
Gavin dry heaved again before leaning forward and throwing up again. He started sobbing after, saying things about how he wanted to die and how he hated his life. I pretended to not be hurt by this, even though it hurt my heart more than anything could.
I clutched onto him tighter, letting him shout out every bad thought and complaint he had. His sobs eventually stopped and he rested limply on my chest, his energy depleted.
I turned the water off, watching Gavin shiver violently from the coldness. I sighed, getting up and wrapping a towel around him. I raced to the bedroom, not caring that I was getting water everywhere, and grabbed clothes for Gavin.
I returned to him, seeing him leaning against the wall, still wrapped tightly in the towel. His head drooped and I figured the remaining sleeping pills were making him sleepy.
I quickly stripped him from his wet clothes and put his dry ones on. He let me do whatever I wanted to him, obviously not having the energy to object anymore.
After I dressed him, I quickly changed into my own dry clothes and returned to him again. I took the towel I used for him and towel dried his hair gently, kissing him afterward.
By now, Gavin was half asleep against the wall. I gently picked him up and carried him to the bedroom, laying him in the warm and comfortable bed. I wrapped him in the blankets and allowed him to finally fall asleep.
I crawled in after him, clutching onto him tightly. I sobbed out as he slept, knowing nothing was going to wake him up for a little while.
Gavin was so close to ending his own life. If I hadn't been here five minutes earlier, he wouldn't be alive now. I would've found his dead body rather than his heavily passed out body. I couldn't lose him. He was my husband. I loved him more than my own life.
As Gavin slept away, I made a quiet vow to myself that I would never let Gavin do something like this again. I wasn't gonna lose him. Not now, not ever.
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So... I guess I was feeling depressed or something but... Surprise! Angsty fanfic for you!
I don't know why, but I can't get the idea of Gavin being secretly depressed and suicidal out of my head. Like... Is it just me or are the happier, more lighthearted people in life always the most depressed in private? I don't know... It's just a thought.
Let me know what you think of this. I can defiantly write more things like this if you want it. I've written two books about a depressed Gavin if you want to read about it, so... Yeah.
Thank for reading!
