St. Jimmy

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(A/n): tw for vomiting and attempted suicide
You ran across the bridge as you threw your heavy backpack that was weighing you down to the ground. You got a message from your only friend saying "goodbye forever". He was only across the bridge from you, and he wasn't one to joke about dying.   He was struggling with his depression and drug problems for a long time, so you don't take these things lightly. You unlocked the door frantically with the key they kept under the doormat, and almost kicked the door open. Just as you were opening the door, you saw Jimmy swallow almost half a bottle of Acetaminophen. You ran to the kitchen and grabbed a spoon before he could react, forcing him into a position where he couldn't move. You opened his mouth and touched the spoon to the back of his throat making him gag and throw up the pills. "WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU THINKING?" You screamed at him. "Kill me, that's what I was thinking. Now will you get out of my house?" You screamed at him while tears ran down your face, you balled his shirt in your hands while weeping. "Why would you try and kill yourself?" You quietly asked him. "Because no one loves me, that's why." He responded. "That's not true."
"Who loves me then? Name one and I'll give you a hundred bucks."
You leaned forward to kiss him.
"I love you."

Various X ReadersOnde histórias criam vida. Descubra agora