windows☆d.j.h.

☻Chapter Nine☻

*please read this authors note*

Hello. Before you begin reading this chapter(or not), I'd like to touch on a difficult topic that will be mentioned in this chapter: suicide and depression. Both of these things are serious. First of all, depression is not something that should be faked for popularity. I've seen multiple people try to fake depression at school to try to get more popular. This is a real thing that affects people's life in major ways, not a silly trend to look cool. Also, suicide isn't something that should be faked. Everyday people make the choice that they can't control the pain they feel anymore, and pull the plug. If you feel like you need to kill yourself, I can defiantly tell you suicide isn't the way out. Through multiple attempts, I've learned that life is valuable no matter how stupid it may seem. Please, if you are facing suicidal thoughts or have had someone who committed lately, talk to someone about possibly seeing a therapist. Even if it's your school counselor. And if you are facing depression, please just make sure you have friends to have your back. It will get better. That's a promise.

-taylor <3

Your Point of View

I stared at myself in the bathroom mirror. My reflection looked broken and lost, just like my empty mind. I remembered the old, smiling me that was happy and loved life. Now, I'm left with this monster of a human who is responsible for her friend's death. Not only her friend but her idol and role model.

"Do I even matter?" I whispered to myself. My voice was rough and barely audible. I looked away, avoiding eye contact with myself.

Sighing, I faked a smile back in the mirror. The pain behind my eyes was quite visible.

I could hear my head laughing. You don't matter at all. You killed someone. You're a murderer... it said to me.

A tear ran down my face. I looked away and had a moment of thought.

Was this a sign? Yes, you idiot. What though? You were supposed to be killed! You were the one who was supposed to die! Lies.

I knew my head wasn't telling the truth, or at least that's what I tried to tell myself.

"I'll finish the job myself," I said to my reflection.

Taking a deep breath, I walked into my kitchen. I took one last forced smile and opened the drawer where I kept my kitchen knives.

I took one of the more dull knifes and dragged it across my wrist, trying to let the pain escape. This is the way out... I lied to myself.

No blood came out, but it did come close and leave me with a red wrist.

Pulling my phone from my pocket, I dialed in my phone password and went to messages and began to type.

Dans Point of View

My phone dinged. Staring off, I wondered who the fuck would be texting me now. Picking up the small device, I looked to see who was texting me.

New message from (Y/N)

[view]              ignore

11:38 p.m. Tuesday
Hey Dan. I know you probably won't see this for a few days or whatever. I can imagine you're probably very mad at me. You probably even blocked me...
Well, I'd just like to say goodbye. At 12:00 tonight, I'll take my last breath to the world. Please don't try to stop me. I killed Phil, which was a big crime of mine. So now, I'm going to kill myself. Goodbye. My apologies if I woke you up.

I'll miss you....     -(Y/N)

I sat in complete shock. She's going to kill herself, I thought. I glanced at the time on the top of the screen. 11:40.

She's going to kill herself in twenty minutes. Taking a deep breath, I stood up and slipped on my black slippers. I walked to the door with the little strength I had. I opened the door from my flat and marched across the hallway.

Grabbing the key that was kept under her mat, I opened the door to her flat. And silence filled my mind.

I wanted to call out (Y/N)'s name, but I had this feeling in my stomach that said no. It said this because she was already dead. I could sense the same feel of death that I felt when Phil died.

At the same time, I could feel life. I could also feel the light of her coming from the bathroom.

Walking towards the bathroom, I prepared myself for what I was about to see.

Instead of a dead body, sat (Y/N) on the bathroom floor, looking like a mess. Her face was tear stained and her hair looked like she had been stressing over something and ripping it out.

"I told you not to come." She muttered, with out moving her head from looking at the ground.

"Yeah, but I'm here," I replied, with quite a lot of concern filling my voice.

"Well, go" She said, almost demanding. I stood in shock.

"No." I argued.

She gave a sarcastic chuckle.

"Get out of my house," she repeated my words from hours ago.

"No."

"D-"

"(Y/N)!" I yelled. "I'm not leaving!"

She stood up with a mix of anger, fear, and sadness in her (e/c) eyes. They met mine.

"Why?"

"Because I love you." I said, and soon the room was silent once more.

She looked off and shook her head in confusion, before saying something.

"Lier."