WARNINGS: Depression, suicidal reader, selfhate etc…
There you were sobbing in your room. You and your boyfriend Steve were fighting again, that seemed to happen a lot lately, you’ve argued over tiny things and that ended up in a fight, but this time it was different, you for yourself knew that you had had depressions until almost 7 years ago and you felt good, but in these last weeks you felt how the depression sank into you again, you knew you should have told Steve but you just couldn’t and that was the problem. And as
you were crying these thoughts captured your mind again and you couldn’t do anything against it. You began to shake, scared of what your mind had come up with you knew you would do it. You stood up from your bed and went for the bathroom, your arms took a hold of the sink as you looked at yourself in the mirror. Your face went instantly disgusted at yourself. Your thoughts saying you again how worthless and ugly you were, how pathetic you were to think that you deserved to get rid of
depression and to live a happy live like others or that you thought that you deserved Steve, you didn’t deserve him and now you knew that, you were just another weight dragging him and all the others down, you weren’t worth breathing. You wanted it all to end, you didn’t wanted to feel this pain anymore and you didn’t want to cause anymore pain to others. You couldn’t look at your worthless, weak self in the mirror anymore. Your left hand clenched to a fist and you punched the mirror over
and over again, eyes closed and tears still streaming down your face until you felt a sharp pain rushing through your arm and something wet and sticky dripped down to the floor. You opened your eyes and looked at the mirror again, then to your arm, you noticed many shards of broken glass dugging into your skin and blood was nearly everywhere but you didn’t care anymore, you were going to end it tonight either way. It was the perfect night for it, Steve had left after your fight and all the others
were gone on a mission. You went down to the kitchen and took a piece of paper and a pen and began writing. When you had finished your last words you laid it out for all the others to notice as soon as they came home, then you made your way to the elevator to get up to the roof.
Steve came back just after you got into the elevator, he wanted to apologize to you, he didn’t mean to yell at you as you were fighting, but as he came in he noticed the piece of paper on the
floor before him, he took it and started reading:
-Dear everyone,
I’m so sorry that I have to do this, but I can’t take this anymore. I was struggling with depression until 7 years ago and now it’s all coming back and I just can’t start this fight again, it’s too much for me. I know you care, but everything will be better once I’m gone, you’ll see! Steve I’m sorry for being like this lately, I didn’t want to fight with you, I love you and I hope you know that
goodbye, (Y/N)
Steve dropped the letter and started searching for you. “J.A.R.V.I.S! Tell me where (Y/N) is!! ” “She’s on the roof sir” As soon as Steve heard that he got into the elevator and went to the roof. There you stood at the edge of the roof looking down, blood dripping from your left arm.
“(Y/N)! Honey please don’t do this!! I need you, I love you! Please don’t!” Steve shouted, tears starting to fall from his cheeks. You turned around to face him, your eyes red and puffy from crying. “Why shouldn’t I
Steve? I can’t do this again!! I’m not strong enough to fight this a second time!!” you cried. “Sweetheart don’t! You don’t have to fight against it all alone! I’m here to help you! We’ll get through this Honey! I wont let you fight this alone, we can do this together!” he shouted back. You fell to your knees and started sobbing uncontrollably. Steve ran towards you and hugged you tightly, running his one hand through your hair and caressed your back with the other, whispering how much he
loved you and that the two of you could fight this. “I-Im so s-sorry!” you hiccuped into Steve’s shirt. “Shhh…Sweetheart it’s okay” he said as he started rocking you slightly and kissed your head over and over again. You started to get sleepy and soon drifted off in the arms of your beloved…
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The Avengers imagines/oneshots
Fanfictionjust a couple of imagines and oneshots that I wrote when I was bored. you can also send me some requests if you would like me to do an imagine or oneshot. BTW English isn't my native language so it could be that there are a few spelling mistakes. E...
