Ryan's P.O.V. (Trigger warning)
(Set in the Pretty. Odd. era)
I slam my car door shut checking my phone before I start the engine. I see I got a text from (Y/N), which is Pretty. Odd. coming from her because she usually never texts me when I'm practicing with the boys. I open her contact and read the following.
" Hey babe I know your at practice but I just wanted to say I have a surprise for when you get home ;)."
Ryan replies,
"Okay babe I'm on my way home."
I start the car engine and drive steadily home. I hate leaving (Y/N) home like that I feel as if she feels like I'm not home enough. I ponder over that thought while driving home.
(Y/N)'s P.O.V.
I grab my phone and see that Ryan is coming home and swiftly run to the bathroom. I grab a piece of paper and a pen while going to the bathroom. I really hate that I'm gonna have to leave Ryan, I know he's been through so much but I just can't stand do this anymore. He won't care when I leave anyways. He'll just go to my funeral and then quickly get over me.
I start writing what Ryan will find when he comes home.
"Hey love I know you weren't expecting this. But I can't do this anymore I feel like no one cares, everyone of your fans hate me, they never liked me, and so I'm just following their orders. Remember I love you with all my heart and I always will. Please don't cry over me, and find someone newer, better than me.
I love you Ryan Ross
, (Y/N) (L/N).
I quickly grab some pills from the cabinet and pour the entire thing into my hand, eating them all. I then grab Ryan's razor and smash it against the floor. I kneel down and grab a blade. I start feeling dizzy so I sit down and trace the blade across my arm. I hear someone unlocking the front door so I hurry and make two deep, long cuts on each arm. I feel my eyes getting droopy and the room getting darker.
"I'm home love!"
Ryan's P.O.V.
"I'm home love" I yell.
But I dont get a respond, so I start walking upstairs to the bedroom and see blood from under the door in our bathroom. I panic! and run to open it but find that she locked it. Tears prick my eyes as I try to find something to break the handle. I then remember that (Y/N) has a hatchet under her bed. I run to the bed and flail my arm under the bed trying to find the hatchet, I feel a cold metal and grab it. I picked up the hatchet and ran to break the lock. I hit the handle multiple times, I feel adrenaline course through my veins as I swing down on the lock breaking it into multiple pieces. I kick down to the door to find my gorgeous (Y/N) on the floor bleeding from her wrists and a empty pill bottle beside her. I drop to my knees and pick her up bridal style.
I lay her down in the car, and go ninety mph to the hospital. We finally get there after feeling like a hundred years. A pick her up and run to the emergency room and a nurse sees me and immediately helps me take her to a room. A ton of doctors rush in and pull me away from her.
"NO I CANT LEAVE HER SIDE, PLEASE I LOVE HER SO MUCH PLEASE," I yell at the doctors they just ignore me and leave me. I can't believe she attempted, I thought she was happy, what did I do wrong, I was gonna propose to her, I was gonna have children with her, I would teach our kid how to play instruments. I then call the one person I can count on, Brendon.
(Part 2?)
