Band Preferences

Pierce The Veil: Suicide Attempt

Preference #4: Pierce The Veil Suicide Attempt *REQUESTED*

(Credit to Diana and Brenda for helping me write Mike and Tony's)

This has a MAJOR trigger warning on it, so please be careful when you read this.

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Vic: You lifted up your shirt, revealing the scars and harsh words carved into your stomach. Your fingers ran over the lettering.

"FAT"

"UGLY"

"GROSS"

"WORTHLESS"

"FUCK-UP"

Vic didn't know about any of the words, or scars. He had gotten worried, that his past might have persuaded you to do this. When he asked you about the subject, you lied and said you'd never even thought about it. But he could never know about the words carved into your skin, the deep and raised lines that laid on the surface forever.

The room suddenly started to spin, and your feet led you to the roof of your apartment building. You over-looked the sky, the sun was setting. A unique color of pink and orange filled the skies. Your toes hung over the edge as tears started making their way down your face. You saw how they carefully slid off of your face and onto the ground below. You'd always wonder what it felt like to fly, to be free.

"She sits up high, surrounded by the sun. One million branches and she loves everyone." You sing to yourself.

Your mind skipped around, thinking of so many songs and reasons why you need to jump off the roof.

"Y/N, what are you doing? Get down!" You hear Vic yell from a few feet away.

"I'm going to become your guardian angel, Vic. You'll have someone watching over you now."

"No, please don't. Y/N, you don't have to do this."

"What other choice do I have? Live in misery for the rest of my life? Hide all of my pain and tears under a smile? I've been living a lie, I'm crying for help on the inside but no one can hear me. I don't want to bother anyone with my problems, they're either going to be spread around or thrown away like garbage." You yell at him, beginning to cry.

"How come we've never talked about this before? Will you please get down off the ledge so we can talk about this. You don't have to hide your pain, Y/N. Not with me. I'm the one you always come to, no matter what. So why are we here? We could be inside, making love, or building a pillow fort. You always promised we would talk about our problems, not run away from them. Are you going to let some scars on your skin take everything away from you?"

"Vic, I-"

"I have scars too, Y/N. You know this. Because I opened up to you. I know you have the words carved on your stomach. I know every scar and I've kissed every one. But this? Suicide doesn't end the chances of life getting worse. But it eliminates the possibility of it ever getting better." Tears begin to fall down his face.

"I love you, so much Y/N. Please, come to me." He hold out his arms for you to walk into.

You look down at the city streets, and look out at the sunset. Before carefully walking into Vic's awaiting arms. He walks you back into your apartment and collapsing on your couch. Soon enough, you break down into sobs. He takes you into his lap, rocking back and forth slowly as you cry into his chest. He kisses your hair and says quiet "I love you's." The sobs soon turn into cries, and he shushes you softly, trying to get you to calm down. You felt a few tears from him on your shirt, but you were both broken, and had each other to repair.