Death one shots

The fight

Screams filled my ears "You ruin everything!" Tears pricked my eyes and I start hyperventilating, fear filling my whole body. I sit curled in a ball in my boyfriends closet as he screams at me for ruining our day by being suicidal. He's not always like this just lately he's been more violent. I try to say something but he just cuts me off.
      "I'm going for a walk you stupid bitch." He grabbed his coat and slammed his bedroom door as he walked out. I just sit there sobbing. He knows my past with being abused and how they called me bitch all the time and how much it hurt especially when yelled. I have vivid PTSD flashbacks of being abused. I can't take it anymore. I grab the rope I hid in his closet along with a pair of scissors. I tied the rope to the rod for clothes in the closet and tie it into a noose. I put it around my neck still sobbing and I took the scissors and start cutting my wrists deep. Blood starts pooling underneath me. I dip my fingers into my arm and write I'm sorry in my blood on the wall my vision starts fading. I cut really deep. My knees fall out under me but the rope catches me by the neck and I'm to weak to fight against the lack of air. My vision go back and I slip into the darkness. Finally.

Boyfriends p.o.v.
I slam the door and it rings in my ears. My headache is getting worse. I thought I'd have a nice relaxing day with my partner but no he just had to ruin it by being sad. Don't get me wrong I love him but he's always sad and I just need a break. I walk down a service road near my house and look out over water. I sigh. I shouldn't have snapped I just got overwhelmed. I really should say sorry. He's my world and I love him so much. I can't wait to have a future with him. He just recently turned 16 and ill turn 18 in only a few months. When he turns 18 we are gonna get married. We've been together for a while and we're excited. I love him so much. I regret what I said I feel really bad. I stand up and take a deep breath and trudge my way back rehearsing what to say. After a longish walk I reach my house and kick off my shoes.
          "Babe I'm sorry." I walk towards my bedroom. "I know I shouldn't have raised my voice babydoll just my headache got the best of me." I open my door and it's silent. I walk towards the closet. I push the sliding door aside and fall to my knees. Screams echo around me before I realize they are mine. His body is just hanging there a pool of blood beneath him. No this can't be happening. I was only gonna for a few minutes I look at my phone its been a half and hour since I stormed out. I lost my world in a half and hour. I stand up tears streaming down my face I grab his body and hold him. This is my fault I shouldn't have called him a bitch or yelled I know he has bad PTSD.  "Baby wake up. Please my love wake up this isn't funny please wake up." I cry into his chest. He's still warm but theres no heart beat. I just can't take it anymore I just collapse into the pool of his blood and sob. My entire world crashing around me. My future slipping between my fingers. This is it. He's dead I've lost him. What have I done.