**warning: mention of self harm and suicide.**
*Y/N POV*
That's it. I'm so done with struggling. I'm done with trying to pretend that everything is okay and I'm done with believing it will get better.
I just need it all to be over.
There's no hope, there's no light at the end of this path.
I don't see any form of safety for me anymore. I felt loved. I felt needed. Now? I just feel cast aside and useless. No one needs me, I'm just a waste of life and occupation of the world. Why should I use up the oxygen other people need?
Well, I don't have to anymore.
The blade slid across my arms as I sat in the tub. I went all the way up to my shoulders, and I cut several times on my ribcage and my thighs. I can't take it.
The feeling of the blood leaving my body is the best sensation I've ever felt in my whole life.
And that's also the last thing I felt.
*Steve POV*
I walked through the door of Y/N and I's shared apartment, expecting her to be playing her music on full blast and cooking dinner.
I set my bag down at the foot of our bed and whistled the tune to a catchy song she introduced me too a while ago. Then I remembered.
We had frozen pizza! She probably went out to get some goods and wanted me to eat that.
I headed into the kitchen and pulled it out of the freezer. Something just didn't feel right, but I tried to cast that feeling aside as I opened the pizza and set the oven.
Then it hit me.
Her car was parked outside.
I sprinted back into our room and tried to enter the bathroom. Locked.
"Y/N? Y/N, honey please open the door!"
Silence.
I gave the door a kick and it fell down. I looked around before my eyes landed on the bath tub. It was full with water, and a red substance. I prayed it wasn't what I thought it was.
But then I focused and the tears cleared.
Y/N sat there, naked with cuts all over her. She wasn't moving. And by the looks of it, she wasn't breathing either.
"Y/N!" I shouted. "Darling wake up! Please tell me you're alright!" I lowered my arms into the tub and lifted her body out. Having some of the blood on me made me want to vomit.
"Y/N!" I felt for a pulse. Nothing. "God damnit!" I screamed. Tears fell down my face as I sobbed over her body.
"Y/N... why couldn't you talk to me..."
*****
I'm in a depressed mood soooooooo
Yea
Sorry
Rae