Oneshots

I'm Not Okay

*TRIGGER WARNING - SELF-DEPRECATING/SUICIDAL THOUGHTS AND MENTIONS OF SELF-HARM*

Your fiancé, Frank, was out bowling with Gerard, Mikey, and Ray - leaving you by yourself for a few hours.

After making dinner and re-decorating your bedroom, you lay down, letting your thoughts consume you. They started out as whispers.

"Fat. Ugly. Stupid."

Then you became louder, shouting.

"Useless. Slut. Boring. Selfish."

You were screaming now, crying too.

"NO ONE LOVES YOU! YOU HAVE NO FRIENDS! EVERYONE WOULD BE BETTER OFF IF YOU JUST KILLED YOURSELF! YOU ALREADY CUT! WHY NOT JUST FINISH THE JOB?!"

That's when Frank walked in, tears streaming down his face. He had heard everything. 

"Y/n?" 

"Frank? How much did you hear?"

"Everything. Why Y/n?"

"Because it's true. No one ca-". You stopped yourself. The hurt on Frank's face was too much to bear. "I'm sorry. I failed, Frank. I'm letting them get the better of me."

"NO! You haven't failed! I have! I should have been here. I should have been here, helping you fight them!" He broke down completely, loud sobs escaping his mouth. You wrapped him in your arms. He hugged you back, harder. 

"It's not your fault." You breathed, barely audible.

"I love you so much, Y/n. I can't lose you. Without you, I have nothing. You are my everything." He had turned, facing you. You opened your mouth to object, but before you had the chance to say anything, you felt a pair of warm lips on your own. "I love you too much to let go."

What the hell even is this? 

I'm sorry it's bad, it's my first story. Please point out any errors!

- Sarah xx