Homestuck x Suicidal! Reader

Roxy

As dedicated to
NuttyLittleNsp
glitterypinkblood
For asking.
You were cooped up in your room. For the millionth time. Your parents had gotten mad at you for the millionth time. Just because you had messed up on some things in your math and (insert your foreign language class here). They were always expecting you to be the best.
They expected nothing less than perfect.
Perfect.
You hated that word.
You could never be perfect.
No one could.
But you were expected to be perfect.
That hellish word.
Perfect.
Normally no one would kill themselves over school. But when your parents keep insulting you, calling you "worthless" and a "disappointment" with venom in their words, you didn't know what to do. They would hit you. They weren't stupid enough to leave one obvious mark or multiple of them. What they would do is just slap you. Lecture you. Slap you again. Lecture you more. And so on. Each lecture more of a scream. The slaps would sting, but never bruise.
Redden, but not show later.
You had tried to get help.
Principals, counselors, adults, but your parents would just say you were "distraught to the point where you get mixed up soft lectures to actual shouting."
And like the idiots everyone were they would believe them.
But enough was enough.
You ran to the closest bridge, sneaking out of the house after your parents screamed at you.
You brought a small hunk of wood with you and a pocket knife.
You were done with life's game.
The game to be perfect.
The impossible game.
The only way to win was to die.
Or at least what you thought.
You whittled the words "I am done with life. Who will you believe is to blame? The parent? Or the child?" You cut yourself a small bit, sometimes accidentally and sometimes on purpose. You wanted to make sure they knew who wrote this when you were gone.
You left it on the side of the bridge. You climbed up the bridge.
Ground with a small stream underneath.
You felt wind in your hair. You had heard a car In the near distance. You knew it was now or never.
You went on your toes. The wind guested against the bridge and you stumbled in the direction of which you came. Climbing back up gave enough time for the person to stop the car, put it in park quickly so the car wouldn't roll off, and run towards you.
You started to lean towards your death when a hand grasped yours.
They yanked you back, and hugged you tightly and started crying.
Roxy had came to your rescue, and she was crying into your shoulder. You had hugged back and started crying too.
"D-mn it <y/n> don't scare me like that. You better not leave me." She whispered into your ear.
"I-I won't. I swear I won't." You said, hugging her tightly.
Roxy kissed the top of your head lightly, before calling the police to inform you of your suicide attempt and the mental, physical, and emotional abuse you were suffering. Your parents were arrested and your knife wounds had been cleaned. Roxy loved you like no one had ever loved you before.
Maybe there is such thing as perfect.
But not in the way you would think.