Levi x Depressed! Reader: Save Me

Chapter 2: Silence

Sami~ ⚠️WARNING⚠️ SUICIDE AND DEPRESSION IS MENTIONED IN THIS CHAPTER. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. JUST KNOW THAT YOU ARE ALL AMAZING AND THAT YOU SHOULD NEVER DO ANY OF THIS TO YOURSELF. YOUR LIFE IS WORTH LIVING. BELIEVE ME, I KNOW WHAT IT'S LIKE BECAUSE I USED TO BE SUICIDAL. I STILL HAVE DEPRESSION BUT I'VE BEEN BETTER. IT GETS BETTER, JUST REMEMBER THAT💕

(Jean's POV)

          Seeing as though the Titans have yet again destroyed more homes and separated more families, I instantly run to (Y/N)'s house only to find it in ruins and her hunched over shaking in front of it. My eyes widen at the sight of her. Her (H/L) (H/C) hair was astray and dirty with debris in it while her (S/T) skin was covered in ashes. Her clothes were ripped and also had ashes scattered all over them. She appeared to have a couple of cuts and scrapes as well scattered all over her skin. To sum it up, she looked like a mess.

Running over, I hear her whisper to herself.

          "She didn't deserve to die so early..." My face softens and my brows unfurrow from my worries. I finally approach her, putting one of my hands on her shoulder. Feeling my presence, she turns her head to look up at me. Her usually bright (E/C) were now a dull and pale version of the (E/C) she used to have. It hurt me seeing her like this. I was like the third child in her family, you see, so it hurt me just as much to see them all dead and her so hurt. I then smile weakly at her and try to calm her down.

          "Your parents and (L/S/N) will rest peacefully knowing you're okay..." Is all I managed to say to her. She gets up, instantly collapsing but I catch her and bring her into a warm and welcoming hug, letting her cry into my chest.

          I had left my squad to come find her and I was sure to get shit from Levi the second I brought her back but I didn't care. Without (Y/N), I'd have no one left. Marco was already dead. My family was already dead. All her and I had now were each other.

          After some time, I pick her up bridal style and begin walking in the opposite direction of what used to be her home. She doesn't even bother to ask where we're going. She was too busy staring at the ruins that were now behind us. I hug her tighter in my arms, trying to reassure her that everything was going to be okay. She finally relaxes a bit and rests her head on the side of my shoulder, playing with the dog tags I had around my neck that must've managed to sneak their way out from underneath my uniform.

          "Thank you, Jean... For coming to find me..." She says weakly, almost as if it hurt for her to speak.

          "Hey, you're all I have left. I don't care how much trouble I'll get into when I get back. You're like a sister to me and there is no way in absolute Hell that I'm going to leave you like that. You've been through enough, after all..." I replied back.

(Y/N's POV)

          He was right. I had been through a lot. I was that one girl that no one liked. I was that one girl that everyone avoided. Jean was the only one that helped me through my life. Well, him and my family. I had developed depression out of everything that had happened to me. My self-esteem suddenly dropped, I was always tired even though I always slept, some days I wouldn't eat while others, well, I'd just eat my problems away. I always felt I was worthless; like I couldn't do anything right. I've tried to commit suicide three times; one was standing on a cliff, ready to jump, while the second was from almost bleeding to death from a deep slice in my left wrist. Jean had saved me those two times, while my little sister (L/S/N) had saved me the last time. The third time, I was in my room, ready to hang myself. Just as I was about to jump, I heard a soft knock on my door. It was (L/S/N), and she was three at the time. I had everything and everyone I needed to help me, and they did.

After a while, I had gotten better. I slept a healthy amount resulting in me to never be tired, I ate a healthy amount, I even stopped harming myself. I began to smile more, knowing that Jean, my mom, my dad, and (L/S/N) loved me and that they were all I needed. But now, I only have Jean, and I was grateful for that.

After awhile of Jean carrying me, I began to feel the depression creeping back. I began to feel weak and powerless. All of my hope suddenly drained. Subconsciously, I began to scratch along my right arm, causing it to turn a bright shade of red. Jean, upon taking notice, removed an arm, causing me to stop and wrap my arms around his neck to keep myself from falling.

"Sorry..." I mumble. He smiles a little, kissing the top of my head like a brother would. I smile a little as I feel him put his arm back. I continue to hold onto him to prevent myself from scratching again.

For the remainder of the time, he carried me in silence, allowing me to not have to talk and enjoy the moment I have with him. But instead of enjoying the silence like I normally would, I felt nothing. I felt numb, and the sweet silence was allowing me to dwell on it all. It was allowing me to drown in my thoughts. Looking back behind me, I can't see the ruins of what used to be my home. Only the bright flames of what remained in its place.

Sami~ Hey everyone! Yes, flashbacks will be throughout the story of how Jean and (L/S/N) saved (Y/N). I promise. Just be patient! 💕