Onceler X Fem!reader Oneshots!

Onceler x suicidal!reader (part 3)

[ANGST™ WARNING YALL]
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"I promise..."

No one's POV

It's been a few weeks since that day and Onceler's company had started, you still lived with him and had a room in his factory. He had paid for therapy for you and the medications given, you were grateful for this! However, for some reason it had stopped. You was confused about it, why didn't the man who you fell in love with, your best friend not help you anymore?

Your POV

I sat up from my bed and opened the door, my room was next to Onceler's working room, so I poked my head out from the door to see if he was in a good mood or not. Recently, my depression and anxiety has gotten worse since Onceler's business had started, he became..mean? I don't know, he's just been irritable and more focused on his thneed than anything!

Anyway, I saw Onceler sitting in his chair at his desk reading paperwork, I opened the door and walked out of my room. I walked up to him and he looked up at me
"Hey (y/n), you alright?" I gulped and rubbed my arm
"Uum.. i uuh- have a question..."
He sat back, lifted his feet onto the desk
"Sure, what is it?" I took a deep breath and sighed

"Why can't I have anymore therapy? I'm close to running out of my medication and I don't have enough cash to pay for the both of them, you know how low they pay me at the café.." that's right, I got a job at the café in town because I wouldn't want to risk getting my lungs full of smoke while working here, so I decided to work somewhere else.

He laughed slightly
"You don't need the medication or therapy (y/n), you have everything right here!" He waved his arms, gesturing to the whole factory, I frowned slightly
"I know but that's not my problem, it's my past that's bothering me! I don't care how rich you are I just-" I cowered slightly as I watched his facial expression turn angry.

He stood up his hands in his desk and stared at me in the eyes
"Your past doesn't matter! Look at us now! We are the richest in the country, maybe the whole fucking world! But you don't care? I did this for you (y/n)! I did it for us!" He walked around his desk and marched towards me, I backed away

"I don't give a fuck about your past! Just forget about it!" He grabbed my wrist, i hissed and tried to pry his arm off. He gave me a worried look, which returned to its angry one. He yanked my sleeve up and saw the cuts, if his face could get anymore angrier, it just did.
"I thought you said you stopped, Cutter!" He pushed my back, my head crashing against the wall.
"Your broke your fucking promise!" He shouted and glared at me for a few seconds and turned around.

"I've got a meeting. You better not fucking do anything." He grabbed his hat and a few papers from his desk and walked out the door after giving me a look. Anger seeped through me and I stormed into my room, grabbing my razor and going to the bathroom.

Trigger warning

I locked the bathroom door and rolled up my sleeve and looked at the cuts and scars, both fresh and old. I clenched my teeth, placed the tip of the razor to my skin, pushed down and swiftly swiped. A scream erupted from my mouth as blood squirted and shot through the air, my heart thumped in my head like drums as I went into shock. I saw split arteries...

Blood splattered onto the mirror and I looked at my face, which was pale and clammy. Everything started to go dark and dizzy, I fell to the floor. My face lying in a puddle of my own blood, the bathroom reeked of iron. Tears poured down my eyes as everything went black.

Onceler's POV

I was speaking to the men in the room as we discussed how to make business bigger until a worried looking cleaner ran into the room
"Mr.Onceler, you need to come quick, (y/n) is unresponsive and the door is locked! Hurry!" My eyes widened and I felt cold, my palms were sweaty (weak knees arms are heavy) and I ran out of the room. My breathing was heavy and my knees shook as I ran, I was out of breath from running up the thousands of stairs and corridors which led to my office.

I ran into my office door which burst open, I skidded as I turned the corner which led into my bedroom, I glanced at the picture I left in a frame in the table beside my bed, it was of me and (y/n), the me before I turned greedy. I ran to the bathroom, my hands gripped the door knob tight as I twisted it
"(y/n)! Open the door!" I took off my gloves to get a better grip, I tried again. I looked down at the ground and saw a crimson puddle, crawling under the door to my feet.

I ran backwards and crashed against the door, I repeated and fell through as me and the door crashed to the ground. I looked Infront of me and stopped breathing.

Her dead, cold, pale (e/c) eyes stared at me, her skin colourless and frozen, her body lost a life. My eyes poured and I screamed, it was all my fault. I dragged myself towards her and caressed her cheek and pressed my forehead against hers. I laid next to her, and held her hand, lifting up her other wrist to look at the damage. I cried harder, sobbing as I realized I never got my chance to tell her how much I loved her. I checked her pulse, knowing I was too late. There was nothing...

Time skip

The funeral was on a Saturday, I wore a black suit, tie, white dress shirt and black trousers. Her family didn't show up, just some friends of hers plus their families, and me. I didn't bring my family because I didn't want them to do anything, I just wanted them to leave me alone. They never liked her, they thought she got in the way of my work and that I'm wasting money on her therapy sessions and her medication.

I won't lie, I broke down hard, so many emotions, so much regret. I was left alone, my knees dug into the ground and the rain poured down on me. I stared at the truffula tree which I planted on her grave, this will be the only one to never be cut down. A small hand was on my shoulder, I didn't bother turning around. A gruff, familiar voice told me
"You should've done something beanpole.. I'm sorry..." I sobbed and hugged the Lorax tightly.

"I.. I want to see her again.. to hold her, to sing with her, to love her and to show it! But she's gone, Lorax...

Because of me"

[Oh hohoho.. that's isn't the end my fellow readers... ;)]