Collide With the Flair of Selfish Machines

XXIV

VIC'S POV

As soon as (Y/N) fell asleep again I got up and headed to the bathroom. I remembered everything bad that happened the day before. I had such a shitty attitude during a quick test record. The guys and I got into a massive fight. I shook my head in embarrassment. 

I grabbed a beer from the fridge before laying down on the cold floor of the bathroom. I drank the poison and passed the fuck out. After an hour of comatose I woke up to find four in the morning approaching. The dim light of the bathroom showed my scars. What a waste of a perfectly good, clean wrist. I'd hate for (Y/N) to find me. If every living thing dies alone what am I doing here? At least I'm ending it in love. That's how the end of the world should be.

I made a vertical slice in my wrist and screamed at the pain. It was the deepest I had ever gone before. I could see the strange layers of my skin nearly down to bone. The blade nearly got stuck as blood poured from my arms. I continued to scream as (Y/N) burst through the door.

"Vic!" She screamed bloody murder. Pain showed through my eyes as I burst into a fit, holding my arm together. She took out her cell phone and dialed emergency. I screamed until the police came. 

THE NEXT DAY

I woke up to the smell of sickness. Ah yes, the hospital. I was surprised I made it through the night. I looked down. There was the cheesy nightgown the doctors forced on me. I looked at my wrist, it was bandaged tight with stitches bumping through the fabric. Over to my side, (Y/N) was passed out fully dressed in a chair. I grinned crookedly at the sight. 

The thinking began. I had her. I had my band. I had my fans. I had so many people that depended on me for survival and I had the odacity to try to take my own life. I needed help and with everyone in my hands, I sure as hell was going to take it. I need to stay alive for everyone's sake...for her sake.

"Good morning." (Y/N) mumbled and stretched happily in the chair. "It's nice to see you alive."

"I love you." I shook my head in a mumble. Her eyes grew concerned and then tears formed.

"I love you, too!" She ran to my bedside and covered me in kisses.

"Bro!" Mike burst through the door, panicked. "You're alive!" He came over and hugged me.

"You asshole!" Jaime smiled wide and joined the hug.

"Don't fucking do that!" Tony came up awkwardly behind Jaime.

"I won't again, I promise." I said weakly.

"I'll kill you before you do it to yourself!" Mike threatened playfully.

"You guys are the best." I looked down at my hands, blushing. No matter how bad it seems, there's hope.