Life With The Uries (The Urie's Daughter Adopted By Brendon Urie) Book 3

Say It Now

Trigger Warning: Suicide Attempt

Ryleigh
I rolled off my bed and crawled into my attached bathroom. I remembered once I was in there that my only remaining razor was buried in my suitcase. I curled into a ball on the bathroom floor and cried. She'd kill me this time for putting her in jail. Or she would hurt them.

I heard the front door slam shut. Someone, probably dad, came up the stairs and slid a key into the lock on my door. He found me on the bathroom floor. I knew what he thought instantly. That I had relapsed or hurt myself in some way. Instead of speaking, he pulled me into a tight hug. "I'm so sorry. I'm going to do everything in my damn fucking power to protect you. I'm so so sorry,"He said as he kissed the top of my head and then rested his chin on it.

I knew then what had happened. She's here because she's trying to take me back. I'm going to lose them all over again. If it didn't kill me before then it was definitely going to kill me now. They always said what doesn't kill you makes you stronger. They're wrong, it only makes me wish I was dead. Every time they beat me, I didn't grow stronger. I wished to die. It's a load of total and complete fucking bullshit.

I let the tears fall silently down my face. "I would like to be alone please,"I whispered. "Ryleigh, honey,"Dad began but I cut him off. "Please. I need to be alone,"I said. I took the key to my door and shoved it in my back pocket before shoving him out the door and locking it. I saw the hurt on his face. I needed this. I had a plan. I was done letting her hurt me and I was sure as hell done hurting them. Let it be the cowards way out. I can't do this anymore.

I sat on the edge of my bathtub for a long time, staring at the razor blade and the bottles of antidepressants and painkillers I found behind the bathroom mirror. Nobody took them from me. I wasn't even sure I would feel the razor at this point. I was numb from the inside out. I'd cut myself before in an attempt out of this life and it did nothing.

I was tired of feeling this. Everything was crashing down on me. I was drowning. It was too much. I knew I had to decide before everyone showed up. I knew my dad would call them. I pulled my barely charged phone out of my pocket. I hoped Zack wouldn't answer and I knew he probably wouldn't anyways but I had to let him know this wasn't his fault. Nothing more could be done for me. I was a lost cause.

"You've reached the voice mailbox of Zachary Merrick. Leave a message after the beep....beep."

"Hey, Zack,"I said and waited a moment as I sniffled and wiped away my tears. "I wanted to say I'm sorry. You deserve the best and that's why I can't do this anymore. This life. Living. Breathing. By the time you get this, I'll be long gone. It's not your fault. There's been a lot of horrible shit that's happened in my life. My time with you and the guys and the rest of this crazy band family was the best but I'm done with the horrible shit. It's time to end the pain I cause on every one,"I said.

"I'm so sorry. Tell the guys I love them,"I whispered and then I pressed end.

Before I really thought about what I was doing and what it meant for me, I swallowed a couple of handfuls of pills. I didn't want to think. I was so sick of thinking. My breathing was growing ragged and uneven. "Ryleigh!"Brendon called upstairs to me. I knew then that I was wrong and I shouldn't have done what I did. There was so much more to live for. I should've given it more of a chance. I knew then that I wasn't ready to die. Mom was home now and in the kitchen starting dinner. I could barely see as I stumbled out of the bathroom and fumbled with the lock on my bedroom door.

I had minutes left. I tried to make my way downstairs before it was too late. I stumbled my way down them. I could barely stand now. My limbs were going numb and black was curling the edges of my vision. Dad suddenly appeared at the bottom of the stairs. I fell down the last few, unconscious. He caught me in his arms. "OH MY GOD, SARAH! CALL AN AMBULANCE!"He screamed as he felt for my pulse. She ran in with her cell phone pressed to her ear. She put her hand over her mouth at the sight laid out before her. "Oh god, oh god, oh god,"She repeated over and over until the call finally picked up. She hurriedly relayed info over to the dispatcher.

"Please live, Ryleigh. Live, just live. You've made it so far to quit on me now,"he whispered to my still body. "Ryleigh, no. Please, no. Stay with me,"he cried over and over as his teardrops landed on my head and arms. Pete walked in just then and froze in the open doorway as he saw Brendon holding an all too still Ryleigh in his arms. Once he snapped out of it, he quickly rushed to Brendon's side.

Gerard
I felt like something was seriously wrong as I made my way home from Mikey's house. I decided I would take a quick detour by the Uries' house to make sure everything was okay. Something just felt off. I pulled up right as three medics came running out of an ambulance and towards their house. I quickly hopped out of my car and began a jog towards their house. I was afraid of what I would see. I left my car running.

As I neared the doors, they came running a stretcher out. Ryleigh was on it. Her eyes were closed. Her skin paler than normal. An oxygen mask was resting on her face. I didn't even think as Brendon, Pete, and Sarah came running out, pulling the door shut behind them. They followed me to my car and we sped behind the ambulance as it pulled away from the curb. "What the hell happened?"I asked as the tears fell down my face.