Warnings: cussing, cheating, mentions of self harm
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I was exhausted after a long day at work. I walked through the door and saw Eddie sitting on the couch. He was crying. I sat down next to him. "Babe, what's wrong?" I asked, running my fingers through his hair.
"Y/N, I..." he began.
"Yes?"
"While you were at work this morning, I got a call from a fan of ours, and I..I said she could come over, and..we were talking for a little bit..and...one thing led to another, and.....we..."
You gasped at what he had said. "Oh, nuh uh, did you just-"
"Yes we did."
You were mad now. "You promised to never leave me and this is the fucking thanks I get?!" You stood up and walked back to the doorway.
"Baby, it was not my fault, I-"
"Oh you BET it was your fault! You shouldn't have given in to her! After all I have done for you? And I am NOT your baby ANY LONGER!" You slammed the door and ran down the street.
After a while, you felt tears stream down your cheeks like a river, but you did not bother to wipe them off until you got to the nearest alleyway. You went in between the two buildings and hid behind the dumpster.
You found a shard of glass next to the dumpster and picked it up.
Ever since you had ran away from home, you felt unwanted, unloved, and incomplete. Your dad had abused you since you were two, and your mother was always working and did not have any time for you at all. But when you met Eddie, all of your sorrows had faded away. You didn't know what it was about him that made you so attracted. He understood your pain and held you in your darkest moments. Now all of that was gone now that he had betrayed you with another woman.
You inhaled sharply as you began slicing your wrists with the glass. The pain felt good. It felt so good. Blood poured from your wrists and onto the pavement. You just wanted to bleed to death so you did not cover up your wrists.
After a few hours, you continued walking down the street, hiding your bloody hands in your pockets, which also had been bloodstained. Out of now where, you felt dizzy and fell to the ground, scraping up your face in the process and cutting your nose.
The world faded to black.
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You woke up in a white hospital bed, hooked up to a few machines and you were bandaged up pretty good. Then, a doctor came in the room. "Hi, Ms. Y/L/N, how are you feeling?"
You could only see about half of him due to your bandaged nose, forehead and cheeks. "I'm still a little sore, but I feel fine, I guess. How did you guys find me?"
"We got a call from a young man, who was apparently looking for you all day and night. So we found you lying unconcious in the middle of the sidewalk, away from the city. You had blood all over your face and hands. You had deep gashes in your wrists, and your jeans were also stained with blood."
Your eyes widened. "Wait, what was this young man's name?"
"Oh, his name was Eddie, dear. Eddie Van Halen."
