Suicidal Love

Chapter 6

A/N: every 4 chapters will be one POV. the only example I have is it was Sam's POV Chapter 1-4 and Chapter 5 was William's POV. His will go to 8. Just so I Don't have to tell you why I don't put a POV on a chapter You will know if you pay attention :3 I will start the next 4 chapters, ( as in after 8, So Chapter 9, Will say Sam's POV but I wouldn't say its his point of view for 10,11, and 12. I would put it the first one out of the 4, Sorry if that was a dumb explanation.

Recap:It's 9pm on a Friday. No school tomorrow. But he doesn't have to go for a month and if he wants me to I don't either. We pull away and cuddle each other. Eventually falling asleep.
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When I wake up it's a early Saturday morning. It's 7am and the sun is shining already. I feel Sam move closer to me. I kiss his forehead and close my eyes. I can't fall back asleep but I can wait till he wakes up.

I look at the ceiling as he stirs. He opens his beautiful red eyes. He smiles and boops me. I blush and kiss his nose. "Morning love, how did you sleep?"

"I dreamed of you~ so pretty good." He giggles in a horny tone. I roll my eyes and boop his nose. "So whats for breakfast love?" I think. I don't know. "Maybe cereal." He laughs and I roll my eyes.

I leave my room and go get us some frosted flakes. When I'm heading to my room I can hear faint noises coming from my room. I realize I shouldn't have left Sam alone. I open the door quietly. I see Sam's face in tears while he scratches at his cuts, making them bleed.

I set down the cereal somehow without him noticing me and run and pull Sam into my chest. He cries into my chest as I hold his arms. "B-baby what's wrong? W-why?" He cries into me and hesitates before speaking. "T-The voices... I-I j-just... The t-thoughts... They just s-say to hurt myself all the time... I get happy with you and when I'm asleep if I even get to sleep its usually me ended up hanged or with slit wrists." He says crying into my shoulder. God I'm bad at being a boyfriend..

"Come to me when it happens. I want to help, Don't do anything until you come to me, Okay?" He nods hesitantly. I rubs circles on his back for 15 minutes or so until he stops crying and yawns. "Want breakfast? It's cereal so it was already cold." He nods slowly while I try to stand up.

He clings to me and I giggle. I roll my eyes and just somehow grab the cereal and put it down infront of us. He eats it, picking at it alot and takes maybe 10 minutes to eat it. I eat slow to make sure he's okay while eating. I grab his dishes and his hand and take our dishes to the sink*In the kitchen*.

"I-I just keep thinking of my d-dad and e-everything that happened, and I just want to die.." Sam says as I put the washed dishes away. He cries and I hold him close. "Your not gonna have to deal with him ever again. Please believe I will protect you forever." He just nods and holds onto me.

I walk with him back to my room and lay down holding him close. It hasn't been that long but I know I want to stay with him forever. I walk us up to my room, and close the door. "What do you want to do today, love?" Sam shrugs. I sigh. "Let's watch movies or something." Sam nods.

"What movie would you like to watch my love?" He thinks for a minute. "Sinister." A horror movie. Why does he want to watch that? "Uh, That only? Or can you pick more for later?" I ask, trying not to show the worried thinking in my tone.

"Babe. I'm fine, I just want to watch a horror movie. Afterwards we can watch The Breakfast Club, so you don't worry over anything. Okay?" He sounds as if I was gonna be mad or something.

"Okay." I put on the movie and we lay down, watching it while he lays his head in my chest. This movie deals with some supernatural murders, and such. It also has some people hanging from a tree, and that may be another movie because I haven't seen this in awhile.

-Time skip brought to you by the movie-

By the time the movie ends Sam is sleeping peacefully and I'm just thinking of what would happen if we didn't get together. Would he have died? I hate getting into this thought process. I've never cut myself or any of that... but I have... thought, of doing it.. I would never, just, I don't know.

I turn on the breakfast club while Sam sleeps. I lay there watching the movie, patting Sam's head as he sleeps. I get up quietly, going to Sam's room. Looking in a box of notebooks finding one full of 'Letters.'

I read one of the letters; Dated June 12th.

-- Dear someone,

Hi, My name is Samuel Adler. I am 13. This is my suicide letter. My father has been abusing me for awhile, and I mean awhile now. I can't handle the mental and physical pain anymore. If your reading this I'm either dead or failed my attempt. I'm currently cutting my wrists as deep as possible, and watching the blood flow. Hopefully it works, For whoever cares, I'm sorry.

-Sam M. Adler. 13, June 12th. --

     I close the notebook as I feel my eyes start to water. He felt the need to attempt it, a..attempt... suicide.. I put the box away and go back to my room, watching as Sam holds onto my pillow as if it's me.

     I lay down and pull Sam close. I watch his beautiful raven black hair as it falls infront of his eyes as he sleeps. "I hope I'm never the reason you attempt that.." I whisper as He snuggles into my chest. "Sh, I love you, Go to bed.."

     I giggle as he continues to sleep. "Goodnight Love," I say as I kiss his cheek, slowly falling asleep, joining Sam in the world of the unconscious.

-A/N: Sorry for the slow updates, my phones are asses. But thanks for reading. ( 1,098 not including this. )

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