Trigger warning for some of yall out there. If you are cool with it, you may proceed.
(Ethan's P.O.V)
I've been deciding for about a week on my decision. I was going to end my life. I've had enough of my pathetic life. All it's ever been filled with was anxiety, hatred, and thoughts. Thoughts of rather I should continue on with my horrible, pathetic life or if I should just end it all right here right now. Thoughts of what it would be like if I were to end it all. I would be able to escape the harsh reality I've known as my life. Would anyone even notice that I was gone? Surely someone would, right? Well, I guess I'm going to find out then.
I grabbed some pill bottles from the medicine cabinet and put them in the sink. I'll take some when I'm done to make the process faster. I then grabbed a razor blade that I hid in the cabinet under the sink from when I first came here to L.A. I took a deep breath then started to cut. I could feel the tears in my eyes fall from my cheeks. It hurt but at the same time, it felt so good.
After about a few couple of cuts, I could hear Tyler open the front door. Fuck, what am I supposed to do now? I had stopped for a little bit to hear what Tyler was doing.
"Ethan where are you? And where do you want to go eat?" he almost yelled. I cut. I heard footsteps coming to the bathroom door where I was at. I cut. "Ethan please don't tell me what I think you're doing," he said again. I cut. He tried opening the door, but it was locked. I cut. "ETHAN OPEN THE DOOR NOW!" he yelled. I cut again and again, at every single attempt he did. Then he stopped. I started to feel light headed. I tried to balance myself but that didn't work. I soon fell to the ground barely keeping a conscience. I could hear something or someone at the door. Then I heard Mark's voice. He was talking to Tyler but I couldn't tell. I let the darkness hit me like a car. I feel into a deep state of sleep.
I woke up to slow breathing on my neck, which sent chills down my spine. I turned to my left to see Mark sleeping right next to me. I tried to get up but was stopped. I looked down to see that he had his arms around my waist. I tried to pry his hands from me but I failed. So I did what any other person would do, and that is to go back to sleep. But to be honest it was quite comfortable.
Hope you guys liked this chapter or at least the last part.
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