Save me ~ Mikey Way x Reader

I ~ Trying

Attempt at suicide warning

Don't stop running.

Keep going.

They can't stop you.

Run till you pass out.

They can't hurt you if they can't catch you.

Don't.

Stop.

These thought were continuously coursing through my racing mind. I've had enough of my dark thoughts getting control of me. No amount of pills I took made them go away. Today was the last straw. They just won't go away. My parents wont stop. I needed to make them go away. I need to make it all go away. 

My eyes became clouded with tears so it was making it hard to see. Luckily there were barley any people walking these streets at this hour of the night. The dark thoughts began to come back with the tears.

'I told you to end it'

'no one would care'

'keep running into the road'

'let them do it for you since you're too scared'

"Fine!" I replied while turning the corner to the next street. I saw a car coming across the intersection so I figured now would be the perfect opportunity. The thoughts would never stop so why not just give in?

Flashback

"You're late again." My dad muttered as I walked through the front door. 

"My wheel fell off of my skateboard again so I had to fix it." I lied. In reality, I fell asleep while star gazing again. My dad stood up seeming pissed as ever. Of course he was drunk. And angry.

"Liar!" He screamed while slamming his fist against the wall next to me. I felt myself tremble as he pulled his fist away. "How many times do I have to beat you to make you understand?"  

I was expecting it. Another beating. What's new? I braced myself for the impact of his fist. I felt the first swing strike me in the gut, the next one knocking the wind out of me. 

I'l save you the time by saying it wan't pretty. Luckily my dad refused to hit me anywhere where it would be visible so people wouldn't question it. I hated people seeing my bruises. I don't want them to know.

The voices in my head wouldn't stop telling me to end it. Maybe I should.

I pulled myself up off the ground to check for my dad. In the living room, I saw him already passed out on the couch with a half drank beer in his hand. Deciding now was the best time, I did what I should have done years ago. 

I ran out of that house.

End of Flashback

The intersection was getting closer and closer. The timing seemed to be perfect. I was practically right in front of the car until I felt an arm wrap around my torso and pull me away from the street.

"Be careful! You could have gotten hit!" A male voice said behind me. He turned me around and I was greeted by a man with bright red hair and concerned eyes. The man's hands were now gripped tightly around my wrists by my side. His expression changed from concerned to confused once I spoke up. 

"Why?" I whispered through tears. 

"Why what?" The man replied while keeping eye contact.

"Why wouldn't you let me get hit?" I choked out. The tears fell down my cheek at a faster pace. He removed one of his hands from my wrists to wipe a tear falling on my left cheek.