One Direction BSM (Preferences)

#3 You commit suicide

TRIGGER WARNING- please don't read this if it will affect you negatively 

Niall (17):   

      You were sitting in your bed looking at the bottle of sleeping pills and your water bottle.  Tears were flowing out of your eyes and you felt a burning sensation in your throat.  You couldn't breathe, every so often you let out a breathe.  You lifted up the bottle and practiced swallowing, then started swallowing the pills.  You took about 12 when you became very light headed and started to lie down on your bed.  Your eyes began to close and freedom felt so close.

      Your bedroom door flew open and Niall came in, he threw the empty pill bottle at the wall.  Then dragged you off the bed and down the hallway.  "NO...[Y/N]...PLEASE..COME ON STAY WITH ME!" He screamed while he dragged you into the bathroom.  You were still concious... not very concious though.  

          He turned the rain head shower on and he sat behind you, and wet his fingers in the water.  Then shoved them down your throat.  You coughed then puked up most of the pills.  You cried and Niall cried.  He was cuddling you, his arms were rapped around you and he kissed the side of your head, "you're gonna be okay, you're gonna be fine.  You won't die, you won't die on me now," Niall said to you and snuggled his head into your neck and moved closer to you.  You were still crying your eyes out. 

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Zayn (15):

     You were on the cold tile floor of your bathroom, spinning your razor in your fingers.  You were contemplating whether 14 cuts was enough.  You were balling your eyes out, you couldn't stop crying you were hyperventilating.  You dropped your razor, and picked up the kitchen knife you brought with you.  You were very suicidal, but you had found something to look forward to, that might stop you.  Zayn coming home from touring.  When he got home, it was better for about an hour, but then it went back to normal, even worse actually. 

      You looked at yourself in the mirror, and wiped your tears away, then ran your fingers through your messy wavy hair.  You hated how you looked, no matter how hard you tried to look good, it was never good enough.  Your eyes looked weird, your thighs were too fat, your hands were too manly, you had awkward veins on your arms, you had scars covering your body.  You just gave up, you couldn't stand how imperfect you were.  

         A few minutes earlier you had written a suicide note saying goodbyes and that your sorry, all that stuff.  You lifted the knife to your wrist, there were a few cuts still there from cutting earlier.  You pushed hard and dragged it vertically up your wrist, you went down to the bone.  Blood was pouring out of your right arm, you switched hands with the blade.  You were shaking, you could bearly hold the blade.  You still managed to slice deep, down your wrist.

          You slide down the wall, blood was pouring out of both your wrists, you cried softly.  You were soaked in your own blood.  You heard pounding on the bathroom door, it was Zayn.  "[Y/N]! Answer ME! PLEASE OPEN THE DOOR!" Zayn screamed, he was sobbing.  You heard two loud bangs, then the door flew open, Zayn with it.  He saw you on the floor and cried harder.  You were getting very light headed.  He scooped you up in his arms and pulled out his phone he called 999 (911 in America) he called for an ambulance.  You started to pass out, you saw Zayn talking to someone on the phone and everything went black.

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Louis (14): 

     You had been suffereing with depression, anxiety, and 2 eating disorders for a year now, and you were done.  You had been getting more hate then usual on twitter, instagram, and facebook.  You couldn't take it.  You feel like the only person who cares about you is your older brother Louis.  You texted him saying "I'm so sorry, please don't come and find me.  I don't want you to see my like this.  I love you so much, but I can't take this I'm not strong enough...It's not your fault, or our families, or the fans, or anyones but myself.  My mind is the only thing trying to kill me, and today it's gonna win." Then you left your phone on your bed and went into the bathroom and ran the bath.  You heard you phone reciving texts and phone calls, it kept going off. 

     You whispered "I'm so sorry Louis," then placed a plastic bag on your head and got into the water.  You dunked your head under and all the air from your lungs escaped you.  Your throat and chest were burning.  Your chest throbbed, then it all went black.  You had passed out, but you didn't die until you were under the water for about 8 minutes.  Louis was the one who found you, as soon as he got your text he raced from London to your house, which was a 3 hour drive to Doncaster.  He made it there way too late.  He found your body floating in the water on top.  When he pulled the bag off it revealed your face.  Your skin was slightly more pale then it would normally be, there was no color left in your face. Your eyes were blood shot. 

       Louis picked you up and hugged you close while he called 999(911).  He was sobbing, and cuddling with your lifeless body.

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Harry (16):

       At school you were bullied because everyone thought you were lying about Harry being your brother, even though you had proof.  Even the few who did believe you bullied you for your weight, your looks, the way you dress.  You were done with it all, you couldn't take it anymore.  You stole a gun from your mums bedroom, she kept it there just encase someone broke in she never used it though. 

           You wrote a suicide letter saying, "goodbyes are the hardest, and I guess since I have no guts this suits me, saying bye on a piece of paper.  I'm sorry Harry and mum, I can't take this anymore.  I'm bullied by basically my hole school.  They hate me and show it by making my life a living hell.  I'm so sorry I wasn't strong enough for this world." You cried while you wrote it.  Then you sat on the edge of your bed and placed the cold metal tip of the gun into your mouth.  You were shaking and crying hysterically.  You were done with life, you were done with this shit.  You pulled the trigger and everything went black.  Your head exploded out the back and all over your bed but left the suicide note untouched. 

          Your mum found you and called Harry immediatly.  Harry flew home and saw you, you were taken to the hospital and they offically pronounced you dead.  Your mum and Harry couldn't stop crying.  At school the held an assembly about you, and about bullying.  Everyone who ever spoke to you felt responsible, everyone felt guilty.  And you, you were free.

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Liam (19):

        The flat you had in London was on the 24th floor so you figured if you jumped onto the road below you would die from the fall, or a car would finish you off.  You texted Liam saying you were sorry and you would miss him.  You opened the window and sat on the window sill, you began to cry.  Tears were pouring out your eyes, you were about to jump out the window and fall to your death.  Two strong arms ripped you back into your flat, and you saw your brother Liam and the other boys surronding you, Liam hugged you tightly.  

         "Don't scare me like that ever again," he whispered into your ear.  "You're to good for that, you need to live a long and happy life, I can help you if you let me and the boys."

         "Please just let me go, I can't stand this world any longer," you sobbed into Liams shoulder.  He let you go and walked you over to a sofa, him and all the boys sat next to and around you.

           "Why? Just tell me why?" Liam asked.

         "If you could feel exactly what I feel, believe what I believe, look and examine like me then for once; just once you might understand.  But you will never understand, not in your perfect little world." You explain.

          "Then let me understand, let us understand." Liam replied.

      "I picture death daily, all the time, I can't stop thinking about how free I would feel.  All the pressure I have now to be perfect, to be skinny, to be pretty, to be sane.  I can't keep it up, the act I have it has consumed me and I can berly function.  Imagining death with no people, no feelings, just a peaceful dark world seems a lot better then my shit life," you explained.  All of the boys hugged you tight.

         Niall held you longer then the other boys did, "please don't leave me, I need to talk to you about some feelings and I almost lost my chance, so we need to talk," then he released and you nodded.