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Imagine Till finding out you tried to end your own life. (I do not romanticise suicide or self-harm, so please if you think this will trigger you please, please don't read it. If you ever want someone to talk to please feel free to talk to me. Love you all. ❤️🖤 (I'm literally listening to bad wolves cover of zombie right now feeling quite sad)
It's been a week since you last spoke to Till. You guys got into a huge fight, because you thought he was cheating on you. It was a full on screaming match, a few things got broken, mostly your heart. Till is the love of your life but you think you aren't good enough for him and that every other girl is far better than you. Till was there through everything, but this time you had done it. The other guys had checked on you a few times during the week, but they couldn't truly understand how you felt. You felt like you've lost the only person who truly cares about you, the only reason why you stayed alive. You miss him more than anyone could imagine. He was your rock, the thing you went to when things got bad, now he's gone. You huddled up in the bathroom underneath the sink, where you let your emotions let loose. Your eyes stinging from the crying, your throat burning from the screaming, your heart slowly breaking from the lose. Your head was pounding from the overthinking, you couldn't think straight. You wanted to scream, cry, you wanted it to all end. The pain is too much for you to handle. The flash backs from the fight kept playing in your head over and over again, like it was on repeat. You couldn't help but wonder if everyone would be better without you, would their life be happier? You wondered, knowing the answer was probably yes. You know what you had to do..
You slowly sifted from your place on the ground, so you could reach the bathroom cabinet hanging from the wall. You grabbed your jar of sleeping pills from the second shelf. You counted them out into a line, one, two, three, four... six... ten... and so on. You took a deep breath in and started swallowing them one by one. Your hands shook and your eyes were glazed with tears. Everything was numb, you went to your bed, where you lay down waiting for the end...
Soon... Everything went black...
Till's point of view It's been a week since I've last heard from Y/N, the hardest week of my life. The guys have told me to text her, because she apparently isn't doing good either. Going to the studio has helped me forget for a bit, but truly it's broken me. Y/N has made me so happy, happier than I could have ever imagined myself. I love her so much I can imagine marrying her some day, and having children with her. "Get off your ass and go talk to her" Paul demanded, throwing me a glare. "I agree with Paul, you need to talk to her, The both of you are miserable" Christoph nodded in agreement. I knew the guys were right, I'm just afraid that she will turn me down. All their eyes are on me, I sighed knowing I had to get it over and done with if I wanted her back. "Fine" I mumbled, pushing myself off the couch. Throwing my jacket on and I left the house.
I nervously approached the wooden front door, looking over to see if her car was there; it was. I gently knocked on the front door and stood back a little, waiting for her to answer. After about five minutes there still wasn't any answer, I got a little worried as she always answers the door. I looked into the windows that lead towards the kitchen no sign of her, I carefully tried the door it was unlocked, so I pushed it open and stepped inside. She wasn't downstairs, so I went upstairs expecting her to pop out on me from the bathroom. Something didn't seem right. I knew something was up. I pushed her bedroom door open, to see her passed out on her bed, but something wasn't right about this. I took a closer look, there's vomit on her pillow. I knew I had to call for help... I pulled my phone from my pocket as fast as I could I dialled number, and waited
Operator- Hello 911 emergency, what seems to be the problem? Me- my girlfriend... she's passed out in bed but she has vomited. Please hurry, I cannot lose her. Operator- okay, please try to stay calm sir, could you tell me is she breathing? Me- no... she isn't.... Operator- could you tell me the address please. Me- 19 Willowcreak road. (Couldn't think of anything 😂😂) Operator- an ambulance will be right there hold on.
I threw myself to the ground, I couldn't hold my tears in. The one I love... she cannot die on me... I cannot be broken again... for the second time in my life... "please" I whispered kissing her hand hard. She's the only one who can pull me out of my depression, the only one I can truly call my best friend, my lover and my everything. After around ten minutes the ambulance arrived, they burst into the bedroom, looking concerned. "Okay Mr Lindemann, please step Aside" one of the paramedics said, I stepped to the side and the paramedics took over, putting her on a stretcher. They took her into the ambulance and took off as fast as possible. "Could you tell me, was she on anything?" One of them asked me, all I knew was the sleeping pills. "She's on sleeping tablets" I mumbled, squeezing her hand praying she would wake up. "Does Y/N have a history of depression?". "Yes." I nodded, knowing what had happened. The paramedics went silent, they probably knew too. We soon arrived at the hospital and we was rushed through the halls quite quick, the doctors seen to her straight away. They asked me to stay outside, I didn't want to and tried to argue but they insisted. I waited nervously for the news, hoping for some kind of miracle. I quickly made a phone call to the guys to inform them of what happened, they were coming here straight away. After about two hours without any information the doctors soon came to us. This is the moment I'm dreading, I cannot tell by his face if it's good news or bad. Paul is holding my hand, just for support, he saw how weak I was. The doctor sat down in front of us. "Mr Lindemann, Y/n is stable. We were able to get the pills from her stomach, she will need to stay here for a few days to recover and for us to keep an eye on her but she's fine" the doctor informed, looking pleased. I felt a wave of relief wash over me, I let out the biggest sigh. I wiped my tears away, looking at the guys with a genuine smile on my face. "Thank you doctor, thank you so much" I thanked him, I owed him one. "Can we see her now?" Richard said, sounding relieved. "Of course, though she might be a little weak" the doctor informed, taking is back to the room. There Y/N lay, in the bed looking relaxed for the first time during this whole ordeal. I ran up to the bed and threw my arms around her. "Baby, I'm so sorry" I sobbed into her hair.
Normal point of view You could hear voices around you, they sounded familiar. Your vision is still a bit blurry so you couldn't see who was around you. You felt a little nauseous, and had a headache. You slowly gained your sight, it was Till and the guys gathered around you. They all looked relieved but still saddened by your actions. You looked down at your hand, Till is holding your hand and looking at you with eyes full of love and regret. "I'm so sorry" Till whispered. "It's alright" you whispered back, knowing it was a genuine apology. The guys left you and Till to talk for a little, Till looked like he had a lot on his mind. "Y/N, I'm sorry you felt like you had to do this. I love you so much, please forgive me. I'm sorry I made you think that I was cheating on you. I love you too much to do that. I'm sorry I haven't talked to you for a week and I'm sorry that we were fought in the first place." Till said looking deep into your eyes. "Till, I'm the one who's sorry I shouldn't have done this. I love you so much, I forgive you." You kissed his nose which made him smile brightly.
"Forever and always" till whispered
Wow that was longer than expected
Guys if you haven't heard it please listen to it omg ❤️😭💔💔 Also Have you guys heard Manson covered cry little sister!!! I love it.
