If you die, then I will too
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Yup, another sad one. Grab the tissues ;-; ALSO this may be triggering to those who are sensitive to suicide or dark actions/thoughts• • •
"I can't fucking do this!! I'm done!!" You screamed out as Tim was trying to comfort you. He caught you in the bathroom with an orange bottle and he knew.
Red and blue capsule pills were scattered all over the bathroom floor.
"(Y/N) please don't say that!!" Tim screamed back holding you. He held your wrists as you tried to fight him.
"Tim let go of me!! I don't want to do this anymore!!" You continued thrashing your arms. You were crying and Tim was crying.
"(Y/N) stop!!!"
"I WANT TO DIE!!!"
You stopped squirming, being too tired to continue. Tim looked at you, his eyes widened with fear. You looked into his eyes and you knew you crossed the line.
"W-what?" Tim's lip quivered. You sobbed, your hair sticking to your face.
"I don't want to be—here, on this earth." You stated yanking your wrists from Tim's hands. He freely let go as he watched you break down.
"I love you, Tim. B-but I don't like this place. I don't care if we move to another continent...I don't want to live here." You said through your sobs.
Tim was about to say something, but a sob caught his throat.
"(Y/N) please don't say that! I love you a-and I can't let you go through with this!!" Tim protested. He took your cheeks and held them in his hands.
Tim's fear was driving him insane, it was drowning him. He hated the fact you wanted to die; that you wanted to leave him.
"Tim I c-can't." You whispered before speeding out of the bathroom. You exited the door and Tim was already chasing after you. Through his blurred vision, he was determined to grab you.
"(Y/N) NO!!" Tim screamed as he saw you in the kitchen in front of the knife stand. You already grabbed a butcher knife and held it towards Tim.
You were sobbing already and so was Tim.
"Tim leave." You commanded firmly. Tim shook his head.
"No." He held in his breath. You pointed the life at your stomach.
"Don't you dare leave me, (Y/N). Don't you dare do this to yourself!!" Tim said staring at you. He took a step closer to you. You watched his careful movements.
"Give me one reason why I shouldn't kill myself!!!" You screamed at Tim. You didn't meant to, but you had to fight the forceful tears.
"BECAUSE I FUCKING LOVE YOU." Tim screamed above your voice. The whole house went silent for a moment.
"I LOVE YOU SO MUCH. I WOULD GIVE YOU EVERYTHING IF I COULD!!" Tim went on. Your eyes became blurry and your vision was distorted.
"IF YOU DIED RIGHT NOW," he took in a sob, "THEN I'M COMING WITH YOU BECAUSE THERE IS NO GOD DAMN WAY I AM LIVING ON EARTH WITHOUT YOU!!!"
Your arm went limp and the knife was next to your thigh. You watch as Tim's eyes reddened even further and his emotion become more dramatic.
"I DON'T CARE IF WE BURN IN HELL OR LIVE IN HEAVEN. I JUST CAN'T LIVE MY LIFE WITHOUT YOU!! IF YOU DIE RIGHT NOW THEN I WILL TOO!!!"
More silence filled the house. The air felt thick and kind of uncomfortable.
"I care about you, (Y/N). Doing this won't solve anything."
Tim's breath was shortening. He took a minute to catch his breath.
"You're only h-hurting me more than you are y-yourself, (Y/N)." Tim held in a sob. You shook your head, your mind having a dilemma.
Once Tim realized you gave up, he stepped towards you. He took the butcher knife from your hands carefully and put it on the counter.
You were beyond sobbing by now. Tim grabbed both of your hands and rubbed the back of them with his thumbs.
You finally lifted your head up to him and attacked his body with a hug. From there you sobbed even more.
Tim wrapped his arms tightly around you as if he would never let go. He rubbed your back and let you cry into his shirt.
"Tim I love you." You whispered through your tears.
"I'm s-so sorry. I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry." You repeated over and over and over.
Tim let you go on, not that he thought he deserved it, but he knew you wouldn't stop anyways.
"(Y/N) I love you so much. Please don't do that ever again." Tim said pulling away from you.
He took your cheeks and held them and for once in a while, you smiled. It was a small smile and it was enough for Tim to stop crying.
"I'll try." You said closing your eyes. Tim pulled you back into a hug and you both stayed like that for a long time.
*one month later*
Tim was always bring you to therapy every Tuesday and Thursday. He wouldn't let you go alone either, or with anyone; just you and him.
Fortunately it was helping. You started singing to yourself or even going back to what to love.
Tim noticed it too, and he couldn't be happier.
• • •
So I don't know if I went a little overboard with it, but here was another sad one. If you were sensitive to it, again, I'm sorry I didn't mean to. There was a warning at the beginning..
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