I Will Find You

I'm Sorry

TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️ (suicide attempt)
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(Y/n) POV
With a shaking hand, I turn the handle on my front door and step inside. I look around and see all the memories I had with Robbie in this house. But now that's all gone. They've been destroyed by all the bad.

I decide that I want to take a shower before I pack up so I head up the stairs and into the bathroom. Closing and locking the door behind me, I then turn and look into the mirror. My god, how could I have let this happen. How did it go this far. Before I knew it, I was hyperventilating with hot tears streaming down my face. How am I supposed to move away from this life? Robbie and my friends. Living in constant fear of Jim. I cant get the memories out of my head, even when I'm sleeping. The dreams haunt me. There's no escape. There's nothing left for me except pain and fear.

I make the decision. I think it through. I think it's what is best. I'm done.

I open the medicine cabinet and grab two bottles of pills.

(Y/n) (l/n)
Take 1 tablet a day for depression

(Y/n) (l/n)
Take 1-2 tablets a daily if needed for anxiety

Slowly, as my hands are shaking and my breaths are sharp, I open the caps and grab a plastic cup from a stack on the sink, filling it with water.

I close my eyes and pause. "Oh Robbie. I love you and I always will." I whisper. "Take care of our friends for me. I'm sorry it had to come to this."

I take handfuls of the pills and swallow them down. Very quickly, everything started going dark and I was falling.

Robbie's POV
As (y/n) walked out of this hotel room, I stand there, unable to process what just happened. I lift the ring that was now in my hand, up to eye level. "No!" I yell, suddenly breaking down and falling onto the bed.

Finally, I run out of tears. There's no way I can let this happen. We're supposed to be together. I need to be there for her. I gotta hurry before she leaves for good. I have to stop her from leaving the state! Quickly, I pack up my stuff and drive back home.

"(Y/n)! (Y/n)?! Where are you!? Can we please talk about this?" I run up the stairs to our room. She's not in there but the door to the bathroom attached to our room is closed and I can see a light shining underneath. "(Y/n), please open the door. We need to talk about this. We can't just break up. I love you." I wait for a response but I get nothing. "(Y/n)?" I bang in the door. Nothing. Something is not right.

I prepare myself and I kick the door open. There laying on the floor, unconscious, is my baby.

"(Y/n)!" I run over to her while grabbing my phone out of my back pocket and dialing 911.

911, whats your emergency?

My fiancé, she's unconscious on the bathroom floor. I just got home and had to kick the door open, I-

I cut myself off when I see the empty pill bottles. Oh my god she did this to herself!

Sir?

Sorry, I-um-I think she tried to kill herself, I see two empty pull bottles on the counter!

Okay sir tell me your name and your address.

My name is Robbie Shapiro. 674 Sunset Boulevard.

Alright, I've got an ambulance on the way. They should be there in 3-5 minutes.

Okay thank you.

I hang up the phone and grab (y/n)'s hand. "Why baby? Why?"