Terrible Things (TRIGGER WARNING)

(Massive trigger warning.This story will contain a lot of self mutalation)

"Luke, I want to die. I can't do this anymore." I whimper as thoughts of suicide keep running through my mind.

"Nikki. Baby, don't say that. You can't leave." Luke cries as he tries to touch me but I flinch away.

"But I can't stay here!" I scream at him. Trembling, I sit on the edge of my bed.

"But what about our daughter, Nicole?!" he yells back at me"You told me over and over that Delilah can't grow up without a father. Well she can't grow up without a mother either. She might only be 3 but she'll remember you. Then a couple years down the road she'll come up to me and ask me where you are. What the hell am I supposed to tell her then? You can't leave this family. I need you. Kylie needs you. Ashton needs you. Calum needs you. Michael needs you. But most of all, your daughter needs you." he says in disappointment and sadness.

I look up at him, frowning deeply. "I'm sorry" I say quietly.

(One Year Later)