Undertaker x Depressed! Reader

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TRIGGER WARNING: SELF HARM

Your P.O.V.

You were in the back room of Undertaker's shop, crying. You thought of the names they called you.

Ugly

Fat

Attention-seeking

You sat on the cold, hard floor weeping, pulling out your hair, holding a knife to your wrist. Just before the knife touched your skin, you heard someone calling you. "Y/N? Where are you?" Undertaker asked. He opened the door to the room and gasped in shock. "Y-Y/N! What are you doing?! What's wrong?" You cried, his strong arms holding you tightly.

"Why do you love me? I'm ugly; I don't know how to do anything right. I'm so sick of this torment!" You sobbed. "Shhh..." He calmed you down, rubbing circles into your back. "I love you because you're beautiful, smart, funny, kind, honest and sweet. You made me so much happier, and I will never, never let you hurt yourself again. But why didn't you tell me you felt this way earlier? I thought we promised each other we'd tell the other if anything was wrong, dearie?"

"I'm *hic* sor-sorry, I thought if I told you *hic* you'd think of me as a burden.."You said, burying your face in his neck, hugging him tighter.

"I love you, Y/N, and I would never think of you as anything other than the person I love. You would never be a burden, but the opposite; the person who raised me up. Please stay with me for the rest of our lives, I love you too much to let you go." He said, still hugging you. "I-I love you too, Adrian..." You said as you fell asleep in his arms.

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