Darling I love you (ciel x suicidal! Reader)

Chapter 3

It had been 6 months after your father passed away. You became a wreck after the funeral. You cried yourself to sleep every night. And sometimes when it the depression got you really good, you would sneak into the kitchen and cut with a knife in the middle of the night. No one knew you were so ill, so depressed. Not even Sabastian. You kept a fake smile on everyday as you continued to work for the Phantomhive manor. Hiding your dark secret from everyone.

It was your day off and Mei-rin was covering for you. You lay in your room on the bed, looking at the scars on your arm. You always wore long sleeves so no one could see them. But this was the time you could be free. And by that I mean locked inside your room and finally wear summer clothes because you were alone and no one else could find your scars.

You got bored so you decided to go out and take a walk through the garden. You put on your sweater, even though it was the middle of June. Then you looked under your bed for your shoes. But you saw something else...

A medium sized brown box that looked as if it hadn't been opened in years. You pulled it out and looked at it curiously. Then you opened it. And you saw a picture. Of you as a 4 year old, your father, and your 9 year old brother. That no one in the Phantomhive manor knew about but you. Your older brother was named James. He was the kindest soul ever. But just before his 18th birthday, he was killed in an accident. You hadn't thought about your brother in years. Your eyes started to fill with tears as you looked at your brothers smiling face. All of the good times when your family was whole started coming back to you. And knowing that they were gone broke your Heart. You shut your eyes tight trying to choke back a sob. Then you opened them.

You touched your brother's face in the picture. Then you just couldn't help but to cry out. You held the picture to your chest and cried out.

"Wh...why father! Why ja...James!" You cried out.

"Why di...did you le...leave me he...here!?" You cried and cried and cried. Until you shut the box back up in anger. You walked to your bathroom and looked at yourself in the mirror. You face was a mess. And then you decided you couldn't take it anymore. Tonight would be the night that you commit... Suicide.