Vanoss crew X Reader One-Shots

Terroriser~ Just A Small Cut

Requested By: I-dont-logic

A Terroriser X Depressed Reader story, Hope ye enjoy mate!^^

Oh, and disclaimer... The poem isn't mine. It belongs to its rightful author! (I'm just really bad at poems XD)

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Crimson red fills the bowl and I think I'm going to be sick.
With every thing spinning so fast I cannot breath.
Walls closing in and everything fades.
Fashes of light come by, one, by one.
Feeling sleepy not knowing your name.
Not knowing mine.

She laid sprawled out in the bathtub. The water rushing and running, trying to fill up as fast as it could, clothes getting drenched as it continued... Everything hurts, your wrists, eyes, chest and head. All of it hurts so much and the feeling of something cold immediately replaced the thought of pain. Smiling weakly to herself, the numbness on her arms began, and oh gosh... cold. It was cold. 

There it is. my favorite thing of all this,
ah the feeling of pain is gone from before and new form enters me.
Laying here waiting for you to come home.
I open my eyes and see flashes of you and me from before you went. 

The sound of clocks ticked from downstairs, listening closely to the sound of water hitting the white tiled floor with an even breath. The events that happened a while ago gave the feeling of nostalgia that settled down her stomach. She opened her eyes and scanned the white walls before hearing the door from downstairs opening, 

You walk inside.
You call to me and wait for an answer.
You hear small light breaths coming from the bathroom.
thinking it is me, you walk down the hall with a smile.
the kind that makes your knees go week.
You walk in. Oh god, is all you can think.

He glanced around the apartment, she would have greeted him by now. Feeling a small dread and worry in his chest, he started walking around, looking for his beloved girlfriend. Just then, the sound of running water filled his ears and started heading upstairs to which the bathroom lead. He knocked on the door, a small smile and relief but he still can't get the feeling of concern out of him. 

He knocked again when there was no response from the other side. "(y/n)?" He called out, thinking that maybe she thought of some intruder. Yet, there were no response. He glanced down to see a puddle of water already forming from outside the door. His body rose in panic once he saw the slight of red mixed with the supposedly-clear liquid.

He opened the door, relieved to find out it wasn't lock and rushed inside. He's blue eyes widened at the sight of his girlfriend soaked inside the bathtub with blood mixed in water. 

I'm trying to look up at you but I can't move.
a cold chill comes over me as you pick me up.
You say we are going to the hospital and that everything will be okay.
You rush me in.
Blood running down.

Brian pants as the sight of the hospital came into view, driving with his left hand while the other held the cold hand of (y/n), squeezing it every five seconds, making sure that she stays awake. Once he arrived, he immediately took (y/n) in his arms, not caring of the blood that his white shirt started soaking in. A nurse took sight of them and quickly called for a gurney to help out the crying man. Placing her down, Brian lifted his head up to the nurse as the others started to put in the IV. 

The nurse rushes you to a bed so I can lay down.
I can hear you asking her something.
But I can't make out the words.
I feel something cold and wet touch my face then my arm.
I feel the prick of a sharp object go in my right arm.
The nurse says that I need stitches because the wound is to deep. 

"Is she going to be okay? Is she gonna live? Please tell me!!" He pleads at the nurse who has sympathy in her eyes and placed a hand on Brian's shoulder, "We'll do our best Sir,". She answered when they started pushing the gurney around. Brian tried to chase after but was soon stopped with two male nurse. "(Y/n)!! Please! Save her!" He called out as they rushed the girl to ER. The same nurse went out a few minutes later to talk to him,

I feel the thread go in and out through my arm.
And a band-aid go around and around.
After I have slept for two days they let you in.
I can move again and open my eyes.

He opened the door with a bouquet in hand. He then proceed to give you a gentle smile and slowly walked over the vase right by the window. There was silence before he decided to break it with a sigh. Brian took a seat besides (y/n) who just stared back at him with an apologetic look in the eyes. Just as he sat down was when (y/n) took in the big difference in his features. The dark bags underneath his beautiful yet worn out blue eyes, the grown out beard and messy hair, she understood the impact she had done towards him. 

And when he opened his mouth, that's when tears started spilling out of (y/n)'s (e/c) eyes and down to her cheeks. 

You say that I got 76 stitches because the cuts were way to deep.
And that I almost died.
I pull off the band-aid and look.
I see over 20 cuts and begin to cry.
You tell me its okay and we will get some help.

The two hugged for what seemed like an eternity. Both of them finally felt home in each others arms and (y/n) was truly grateful that Brian had stayed with her until she got better. They went to therapy together, spent almost every ounce of their time together. And maybe, just maybe that its safe to say she's back to normal. Even though we all know it won't stay for long, but so does depression. They take vacations every once and a while, and its a sign you're still alive and breathing. 

About 5 years later.
We have two to deal with ourselves.
Timothy and Brianna.
A beautiful baby boy and baby girl.

The wonderful family had decided to go out, smiles plastered on their faces and cheers. (Y/n) watched as Brian held up their daughter on his back while he chase down a running Timothy down the path, she let out a giggle and glanced up to the skies. The sun stretches out its rays across the sky, the blending of blue and yellow overwhelmed her and for a moment, she was pulled back in her own thoughts while looking down at her arms,

The scars are still there.
Some times I wish I could go back 5 years and change what I did do so I can make it right.

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Whew! Took me about... 45 minutes? I dunno... but I hope you enjoyed, I really don't know if you'll like it, because I had the thought that you might not like it. Ya know, self-doubts...

But yeah, still, I hope its fine, i'll go over and start writing the other request. Thanks again, Peace!!!