Bryce- suicide

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by MYSTICMANNERS

by MYSTICMANNERS

⚠️THIS IS VERY MATURE AND SAD SO VEIWER DIGRESSION IS ADVISED⚠️
Okay no but seriously ⚠️THIS MENTIONS VERY MATURE THEMES THAT SOME READERS MAY NOT LIKE, SELF HARM AND SUICIDE ARE INCLUDED⚠️

-wtf does Bryce even see in her?-
-ewww she's so ugly-
-okay but that hoe needs to loose weight-
-ugh her face makes me sick-
-slit your arms you fat whore-
-bleed out until you die SLUT-
-you're I R R E L E V A N T-
-jump of a bridge-
-why is your face so messed up?-
-PAHAHA LOOK AT HER BODY ROLES-
-I can't- she's so UGLYYY-
-just do us a favour and kill yourself-
-I hope u choke on Bryce's dick u slut!-
-when she tries too hard-
-Walmart version of Addison-
-the fact that he got with you instead of Addison makes me gag-
-STOP SNACKING AND RUN A MILE YOU PIG-
-Kill yourself.-

That was it.
I've had enough.
The amount of hate I was getting.
I couldn't do it anymore.
Every sentence that came out of someone's mouth was bad.
Even if it wasn't.
It was:
"Y/n are you okay?"
= "Y/n what the hell is wrong with you?!"
"You coming to the gym later?"
= "you need to loose weight"
"Do you want to cuddle?"
= "since you're not emotionally stable let me cuddle you until you FINALLY decide to take your life"

All these things were playing in my head as I went to the kitchen.
Without hesitation I grabbed a bread knife, fully knowing to leave a cut I would have to saw through my arm to get that wound I had been craving.

One- back and forth, back and forth
Two- back and forth, back and forth
Three- back and forth, back and forth
Four- back and fourth, back and forth
Five- back and forth, back and forth
Six- back and forth, back and forth

There.
Six cuts.
Six wounds.
Six hate comments solved.
Six months I had been with Bryce.

Bryce.

I grabbed my phone and left a message on it.

Y/n: baby, I'm- I'm so so sorry, I couldn't do it anymore, I love you. Goodbye.
I dropped the phone and it fell to the ground.

Bang.
Bang.
Bang.

Three bangs as it bounced around on the ground.

I took hold of the knife once more, it was sharper.
It was another knife.
Very sharp at the blade.
That would leave a nice cut.
That would leave a nice wound.
That would leave a nice death.
I shook as I tried to hold it still.
Blood trickling down my arms.
My veins popping out of my hands as I kept my grip on the blade that was going to saw through me once more.

And then it all went black.

Narrator POV:

Bryce unlocked the door and came in, he had just been shopping and was exited for you to have a look at what he had bought.
Bryce: baby it was really busy in the mall, like super busy I was actu-
Then he paused, looking down at YOUR fragile body laying on the floor YOUR own blood smeared all across the marble flooring of YOUR apartment kitchen.
The woman he loved laying next to a blood covered knife, not moving, not talking, not blinking, not breathing.

Bryce dropped everything in his hands, the wine bottle smashing on the ground. Adding another mess to the mix.

Bryce: baby? Baby come on wake up!
He frantically dialled 911
Bryce: no! No she's not breathing! She's-
Bryce: I DONT KNOW JUST GET HERE QUICK!
He hung up, throwing his phone to the ground as he grabbed a hoodie and covered your wound.
Bryce: I-it's gonna be okay baby, I know it is- it's gonna be- o-okay.
He desperately tries applying more pressure, but nothing seemed to work
Bryce: you know I bought you some new clothes, they're the um- they're the ones you wanted, y-you we're looking online at them last night, erm- I was er- I was thinking maybe we could watch a movie later, bake some cookies and watch through the entire Netflix, and I'll um- I'll hold you tight when you get scared, baby I'll never let you go, I'll always hold you tight don't ever forget that. I love you to the moon and back, you're not gonna do this okay? You're gonna be fine, and we're gonna get married and have kids, what was it? You said you wanted two. *chuckles between tears* I only want one but two could work. And we're going to live in a mansion, I can't wait to call you Mrs. Hall, I'm so ready for that day.

Bryce tried his best to lighten the mood but deep down he knew that she was gone

Okay so a depressing one is needed because so many people are getting hated on and getting told to kill themselves, it's not okay. When you're in the position of taking your life and not feeling trapped or feeling trapped, which one do you choose.

I just want EVERYONE to know suicide is a permanent solution to a temporary problem.

Don't let ANYONE get you down.

And please remember I'm always here if you want to talk.

Love y'all 💛