Bowser X Reader

Never The Answer

Your POV:

Why me
Why do I always suffer
Why does everyone do this
Why is everyone the same
Why do they leave me
Here to die
My life is slowly ending
Leaving me in pain
Life gives me despair.
Why does it hurt
Don't all wounds heal
My life in a dark tunnel
I just want to stop
I'm just in a coma
About to wake up
Wishing I hadn't
Even if I die here
I can't die forever

I rolled out of bed, only in a tank top and capris. I crawled to the bathroom and lied on the floor to cry. I curled up into a ball and weeped.

But why me
I haven't done anything
To deserve this fate
I can't do this anymore
Why am I even trying
I just want to stop
Stop this pointless journey
Straight to the deeps of hell
Where I'll die unloved
Unhappy
Sad
Angry
Guilty
Hopeless
Invisible
Worthless
Disappointed
Disappeared
Depressed

I slowly picked myself back up and searched through the medicine cabinet.
I pulled out sleeping pills and a sharp blade.

I slowly cut along my arm, blood spilling fast. I felt dizzy and felt like a toy in a Christmas present, being shook by an impatient child. I started to tip and fell backwards, hitting my spine straight into the doorknob. I passed out on the bloodstained floor. Voices taunted me screaming; 'Y/N!' 'Y/N!' The last thing I remember was hitting the floor and felt someone open the door.

Bowser's POV:

I heard a bang from upstairs. I quickly ran upstairs and Y/N's room. She wasn't in bed, but in the bathroom.

"Y/N!"

"Y/N!"

I opened the door and saw Y/N laying on the floor, bleeding with bloodstained clothes on.

"What the hell are you doing?!" I screamed.

Great. My 'mother' is dying and Y/N is too.

I gently picked her up and looked at her bloody red face.

I reached for some bandaids out of the cabinet and laid her on her bed and applied them. After, I patiently waited for her to wake up.

It seemed like forever, but she managed to wake up.

"What were you thinking?!"

"I don't know. I'm just stupid."

"No, you're not. Stop telling me how awful you are at everything. Once is too many times."

"I just hate myself." She cried.

"Just stop hating yourself." I suggested.

"No. Nobody loves me." She frowned.

"Your mom loves you." I said, wiping one of her tears.

"Then why am I here?" She cried, slapping my hand away.

"Because. You agreed to." I reminded.

"Why isn't she here then." She asked.

"She doesn't like me as much as you do." I sighed.

"I never said I liked you." She growled.

"Oh please, I know that you do." I smirked.

"Prove it." She frowned.

"You haven't tried to leave."

"Because you won't let me leave!"

"Whatever, I know you enjoy it here. You look so happy all the time."

"I'm not right now."

"Yeah, you just could have killed yourself. I'm taking away everything you can use to hurt or kill yourself."

"Why! You don't trust me?"

"I do, but I don't want you to die."

"Oh really."

"Yes, really." I got up and took all the ropes, sleeping pills and anything sharp.

"I'm not going to kill myself!"

"You just almost killed yourself. Do you know what happens to people like you? They get tied up and locked in a room and left alone."

"Well, that's exactly what's happening right now and I'm not better, am I?"

"Well no, but did I saved you."

"No. No you didn't." Y/N pushed past me and ran out to her balcony.

"You are not jumping down." I frowned as I started to force her down.

"No!" She screamed.

She screamed and kicked like an impatient child having a tantrum.

"Get down." I ordered.

"No." She frowned.

"Y/N I'm not letting you kill yourself."

"You don't understand. My life is awful and I hate myself."

"Y/N! Get down!"

"No! I can't I'm starting to fall!"

"Don't give me your bullshit excuses. Get down!"

"Bowser! I'm seriously falling! Oh my god!"

"Just lean towards me and try to fall into my arms."

"But I can aim, I'm backwards."

"Just trust me."

"I can't."

"Yes, you can."

Y/N sighed, falling back into my arms.

"I'm never going to give up."

"On what?"

"Trying to get away from you!"

She pushed past me and stormed into her room, locking the door behind herself.

Jeeze.

I looked out her balcony to see the dumb-assed Mario brothers, watching me like I was the one trying to kill her.
They quickly ran towards the castle.

Yeesh, when Italians get pissed.

Warning:

Don't worry, I'm only a tiny bit depressed, but haven't ever cut myself intentionally. Remember that suicide isn't the answer, no matter what. You are amazing! Just be amazing you, and don't let anyone tell you that you aren't!

"WHAT WILL HAPPEN NEXT?!"

"Um, I don't know, read the next chapter which will be coming very soon!"