Tom/haz one shots

8: that one night

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Mentions of alcohol, self harm, death, and depression. If you are sensitive to any of these please skip this one. If your not then go ahead.
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Toms POV*
There I was. In my empty house with almost an empty bottle of whiskey. This is how I would spend my nights now a days. All I could think about was that one night. The night that I lost everything. I would drink and drink and drink just to stop thinking about that night but nothing worked. After a week that it happened i kept thinking I was in a nightmare and that I needed to wake myself up. I pinched myself, I slapped myself, I even cut myself. But no matter what I did I couldn't wake up. No matter how much I burned myself, no matter how deep I cut or how long, I was still there, in hell. All I could do was drink and drink. My will to live was gone, my everything was gone. She was gone. It has been a year since it happened and I would never leave the house unless it was for more whiskey or food. I would get noticed but I don't want fans to see me like this. Haz would come by sometimes and try to cheer me up. Sometimes it worked other times it didn't. I don't know why I'm still here. I should be with her. I should probably tell you what I'm talking about. One year ago today, I was at work and y/n was driving to the store to get some groceries. I was on the phone with her when I hear a big crash. I yelled, I screamed, I pleaded for y/n to say something to make sure she's fine, but all I got was her last breath. Just like that she was gone. Taken away from me. Someone told me that death doesn't choose between the sinners and the saints, it takes and it takes and it takes. Death took away my life, my home, my will to live, my everything. Y/n was four months pregnant with our daughter. We were going to name her Alice but she went with her mother. They were both gone. Taken away. When the police told me that a drunk driver hit her, I put him to court and put him away forever. But it didn't bring them back. They were still gone. So I roam this house, with a bottle of whiskey always in my hand to get rid of the pain, always thinking about that one night, and how she left me. How she left.
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Sorry this is really sad but I wanted to do a sad one shot because you guys have just been getting happy endings so here's a sad one. Anyway I'm proud of this one shot and I hope you guys enjoyed it. I love you all and I hope you have a great day!