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Vic Fuentes - I Need You (Trigger Warning)

A/N: In advance: Trigger warning. If you get triggered easily, I strongly oppose reading this fanfic.

Band Member: Vic Fuentes
Scenario: I'm almost gonna kill myself and Vic is my boyfriend and is going to ask me to marry him. He finds me, cleans me up, makes me promise I won't do anything like that again, and asks me to marry him.
Fluffy: Yes
Name: Shannen
Shannen's Point of View:

I love spending time with Vic. He's the perfect boyfriend. Never in a million years would I break up with him. 

"I love you." Vic says leaning down to where I was and kisses me on the forehead, I pout in response. Right now he's going to go work on Pierce the Veil's newest album. I didn't want him to go, I want him to stay and cuddle with me. I mean, it's eight in the morning, who wouldn't want to stay in bed all day and cuddle with the person they love?

"I love you too, but do you really have to go?" I whine. He gives me a weary smile and ruffles my hair. Once again, I pout.

"Yeah. Sorry babe. But I think the guys would be disappointed if I cancel last minute." He explains. I nod in understanding and mutter and 'okay' before he smiles and kisses me again, this time on the lips. "Te amo--I love you." He whispers making me blush. I love when he speaks Spanish, I personally think it's really sexy. 

He exits the room, leaving me laying in bed, disappointed. I would go back to sleep, but it would be useless. I sigh, taking a look at the barley visible scars on my wrist. I smile, I haven't picked up a blade since the day before Vic and I started dating, which was about six months ago. He's the reason why I can go outside without a hoodie, sweater, or a long sleeved shirt. That's one of the reasons why I love him so much.

I get up, walking out of the room and into the bathroom to get ready for the day. Once doing everything that I need to do, I head into the kitchen and grab something to eat really quickly. I Fix myself a bowl of cereal, and taking it to the living room to watch TV. While eating, I decide to check my twitter.

In my feed, I see Vic posted a picture of me sleeping. My hair is all messy and I have this big goofy smile on my face. The caption says, "She looks so adorable, I just couldn't help it." I smile and decide to look at the comments, which most of the time are really positive and me feel really happy since a bunch of people call me beautiful, gorgeous, and pretty--no one ever tells me that, except for Vic, that is.

At first there's a smile on my face as I go through comments saying things like, 'she's cute, 'OMG marry her already!' 'If you break up with her, she's mine' and my personal favorite, 'How did you get so lucky?' 

But of course, as I start to scroll further into the comments, they get harsh. There are always mean comments on pictures of me that Vic posts, but not like these. 

Whore. Bitch. She's just fucking you for money. Wow, I can't believe you're dating a slut. 

I know I shouldn't let these things get to me, but of course as I read on, they get harsher and harsher. I just can't help the tears that start streaming down my face. My quiet whimpers turn to loud sobs as I find myself unable to stop reading. Although there are occasional replies to those comments telling the person to stop hating and shut the fuck up, it's not enough to cheer me up.

Wow. I didn't think there were so many people who hated me. I think, Maybe they're right. Maybe I am worthless. My thoughts just end up agreeing with all the hate comments on this one, simple picture, and before I know it, I'm walking over to the bathroom. I glance at the mirror, seeing my tear stained cheeks and reddened eyes. "Pathetic." I spit at myself. 

I look in the cabinet finding a small razor blade hidden behind a bottle of pain killers. I take both items, close the toilet seat and sit on top of it. No body wants you, needs you, or even likes you. I start to think again. I lift the blade to my wrist and make a small cut, not deep enough to break through my skin and cause me to bleed. No, not yet. 

I pop open the bottle of pain killers and take two pills. I then place the open bottle on the sink. I'm ending everything right now. I pick up the razor blade and make two deep cuts, and my wrist begins to bleed. Tears start running down my face again as I take the pill bottle and shake three more pills into my hand. I look at them for a brief moment before starting to lift my shaking hand to my mouth. I was about to put them in my mouth before the door opens revealing Vic.

"Shannen? Tony had something to do so we left ea-"" He stops mid-sentence when he sees what I'm doing. He takes in the scene, walking over to me confused with a distinct look of hurt in his eyes. He looks at the pill bottle on the skin and places a hand by my mouth. "Spit them out." He says firmly. I do as he says and he takes the pills, along with the bottle and puts them in the trash. He takes my bloody wrist and examines it, before turning on the faucet and running warm water. 

He grabs a washcloth from the side of the shower and wets it, kneels beside me and places the cloth on my wrist and dabbing the wounds. I wince in pain and cry a bit more. "Nobody wants me." I say quietly, making his head snap up. 

"If nobody wants you, then I'm a nobody, Shannen." He says as he finishes cleaning up my wrist. He gets up and grabs my hand, forcing me up too. Unexpectedly, he pulls me into a hug. "Don't you ever say that again. I love you more than anything." I cry harder and hug him back tightly. "Shannen, just to prove how much I love you," He begins, pulling away from the hug. The next thing I know, Vic is kneeling on one knee and pulling out something from his pocket. I've seen enough romance movies to know where this is going. "Shannen, marry me?" He pulls out a small box and opens it revealing a ring with a decent sized diamond.

I nod since I'm not able to to speak at the moment, due to all crying I'm doing. Vic slips the ring onto my finger, stands and pulls me into another, tight hug.

"I love you." He whispers into my ear, hugging me a little tighter. "Now promise me you'll never do that again."

"I promise." I say between sobs. I really, really love him.