'ᴀᴅᴀᴍ ᴅʀɪᴠᴇʀ ɪᴍᴀɢɪɴᴇꜱ' -ᴀᴅ

𝘼𝙙𝙖𝙢 𝙎𝙖𝙘𝙠𝙡𝙚𝙧

A/n- Warnings: self-harm, suicide, emotional abuse ⚠️

You're worthless y/n.

You've got too much fat, nobody likes a fat girl.

Have you maybe tried starving yourself?

How about you take your fatass, go hide in a closet, and slit your wrists. You'd be doing us all a favor.

Maybe he'd like you if you didn't look like a pig.

You're only good for that ass of yours.

These knives were tossed directly at y/n's emotions every single day. From people at work, her so-called "friends", and the ex of her boyfriend, Hannah.

Hannah, however; has no right saying these things seeing as she's worse than y/n.

Y/n is beautiful in fact, she's got the hourglass body of a goddess, but everyone's jealous so they pick on her, taking a piece of her soul away each time.

She's a sweet, kind woman as well. She cares about others, making sure they're happy before she herself is. Everyone still hates her though and yesterday when Hannah had told y/n that Adam had cheated and fucked her, she couldn't handle it anymore.

She went to Adam's apartment, completely ignoring him, she threw her jeans off and climbed into his bed to sleep. Y/n wanted to spend one more night with him before she was gone so when he pulled her into his body, she let him and snuggled close to his chest.

That next morning though when y/n woke up, she moved out of Adams's arms and slipped quietly into the bathroom, shutting and locking the door behind herself.

Y/n searched his bathroom, looking for the razor he bought for shaving but never used. Eventually, she found it and crawled into the bathtub, not wanting to get blood all over the floor. Her wrist held up in front of her, y/n lined the blade on her skin, creating inch deep cuts down her arm.

5 on one wrist, 6 on the other. Her vision became blurred as the blood began slowly pooling into the bottom of the tub. Y/n dropped the razor, lying her head on the side of the tub, she smiled, no longer feeling the pain of everyone's hurtful words and actions.

Her eyes filled with tears though, at the mention of her name, Adam had woken up and was hoping to see his girlfriend but she wasn't there.

"Y/n?"

His voice grew closer.

"Are you in here? I'm coming in."

Y/n smiled weakly at the sight of Adam busting the door open when he found it had been locked. He looked with fear at his girlfriend in the tub, swimming in her own blood.

The life in her eyes was weak, she'd shut them from how tired she grew when Adam began crying, picking her up and out of the tub, into his arms.

"Jesus fucking christ y/n! Hang in there." Adam carried the girl back to his room, laying her in the bed as he dialed 911.

"911, how may I help you?"

"My girlfriend, she cut her wrists and she's not awake anymore." Adam sobbed into the phone, holding y/n's bloody hand.

"Sir listen carefully. Apply pressure to the wounds, the paramedics are on their way. What's your name and address?"

"Adam and (random address) "

"Okay, thank you. They'll be there in ten minutes. Keep pressure on her wounds for me Adam, okay?"

"Yeah, okay thank you."

Adam hung up, immediately grabbing two cloths to wrap her wrists with.

Soon enough, the paramedics arrived and loaded y/n carefully into the ambulance, having Adam ride in the back with them. They rushed off to the hospital, getting there in five minutes with how fast they went.

They wheeled y/n inside, having Adam wait in the waiting room as they took her to the E.R. Adam sat there, knee-shaking as he held his face in his hands.

'Is this my fault?' He thought. 'It can't be. I treat her right, don't I?'

Adam kept these thoughts circling in his head for hours on end until he fell asleep in one of the waiting chairs. He tried his hardest not to fall asleep but by the time he was allowed to see y/n, it was 7:00.

A nurse in her late 60s came up to Adam, tapping him on the shoulder softly until he woke up. Adam had forgotten where he was and slightly jumped until he saw the sweet smile from the nurse.

"Are you Adam?"

"Yes. Is y/n alright?"

"Well after the slight hemorrhage she suffered, she's stable but with all of the medication she's a bit out of it right now so go easy on her honey." She patted Adams's shoulder and smiled.

"Thank you. Can you show me to her room uh-please?"

"You're welcome and of course."

The nurse walked off, waving with her hand to Adam and he followed. They walked together for a few minutes until stopping in front of room 331. She opened the door, letting Adam in before walking off.

Y/n laid there, IV in her arm, and a breathing tube in her nose. She was watching tv but turned her head to the door when she heard it, but turned back to the tv when she saw it was Adam.

"Y/n? What happened?" Adam moved closer, taking a seat in the chair beside her bed.

"Can we not talk about this right now?"

"No. We're fucking talking about it now. What happened? Why did you do that?" He leaned forward, looking at y/n.

"Adam it doesn't matter. Fuck off." Y/n still kept her eyes on the tv.

"No, you fuck off and tell me what the hell happened now!" Adam stood, shoving the chair back as he did.

"Hannah told me you slept together! Every fucking day she tells me to kill myself because I'm not good enough for you Adam! It fucking hurts okay?!" Y/n finally looked at Adam, eyes spilling over with tears.

Adam brought y/n into a hug, close to his body as she sobbed. His hand running through her hair until she calmed down.

"Hannah talks shit okay? We haven't slept together since the week before we broke up. Don't trust her  y/n. I couldn't cheat on you, I love you too much to do that."

"You do?"

"Of course I do."

Y/n pulled Adam into a kiss, smiling at how happy he makes her.

"I love you too Adam."

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