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Izaya Orihara x Suicidal! Reader

IF YOU HAVE A SUICIDAL PROBLEM GET HELP AND SURVIVE! THERE'S ALWAYS A RAINBOW AFTER A STORM.

Also, Warning, This has rape in. Don't read if you can't handle it. I don't want anyone hurting themselves if it brings back awful memories.

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Warning : Rape, Suicide

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*Edited*

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I sat down at a table in the Russian Sushi. I picked up a sushi roll and put it in my mouth. I savored the taste. It would be my last meal.

I paid the bill and left a tip, satisfied with how good it tasted. I made sure that I had my shopping packet before I left the building.

I looked around for Simon. My eyes landed on his large back as he towered over a man smaller than him. The man looked at me. I looked away from him and walked past him and Simon.

Simon looked at me. His eyes only held happiness. "Come again soon, (Y/N)." He said and gave me a big smile. "Take a coupon for your next visit." Simon gave me a ticket. I slipped the ticket into my pocket.

I forced a smile and said. "Of course, Bye Simon." I walked away. I kept my eyes on the floor as I headed towards my house.

"Hey, (Y/N)." A voice greeted me with a sly tone. I turn around it's the man from outside of the Russian Sushi.

"Who are you?" I asked. I eyed the man. He had brown hair and eyes like many other people, but his atmosphere was different.

"You've never heard of me?" He asked a smirk grew on his face.

I squint my eyes at him. "No," I said. He laughed.

"Well, does Izaya Orihara sound familiar, (Y/N)?" He asked.

"No," I said once again. "Mr. Orihara, I really should get going," I said and avoided eye contact with him as I walked past him.

"Tell your abusive mother I say hi." He said and walked away as well. I turned to stop him and how he knew, but he melted into the ocean of people. I can for him, but he was gone. I continued home.

I entered my house. "What took you so fucking long?!" A voice yelled. I walked to my living room where my mother was.

She sat in a chair in a revealing red dress. I gave her the shopping pack I was carrying around. She opened it and took out the make-up she had asked to me buy.

"Don't bother coming out of your room for the rest of the night. I have a guest coming over." She said and put on a dark brown eyeliner.

I sighed and went to my room. I locked the door and walked to my drawer. I opened it and lifted the clothing covering my blade. However, my blade wasn't there. I frowned and searched my room. I looked under my pillow, under my bed. My blade was  gone.

I sighed and walked to my desk. I picked up my scissors and pulled up my sleeve. Cuts were all over my arm. I cut my wrist, frowning at the thin red lines. It wasn't as deep as the blade could cut, but I had to accept it for now.

I placed the scissors back on my desk and changed into my pajamas. I went to sleep.

I was awoken to my phone ringing. I groaned and picked it up. The caller ID was unknown, but I answered it anyway.

"Hello?" I asked. My voice was soft and strained.

"Hello, (Y/N)." The person answered and it sounded familiar. It clicked on who it was.