Your heart monitor sets off an alarm. Natasha turns to see your heart slowing down. "[Y/n]?" She turns back to you, seeing your eyes slip closed. "[Y/n]! Doctor!"

The doctors rush in and start to look you over for a sign that you're still breathing. You start to seize, eyes rolling back in your head. They shout your name, and pull in the crash cart.

A nurse pushes Natasha from the room. Natasha covers her face with her hands as the door shuts. You look through the glass, seeing the doctors and nurses rush around. They try to start your heartbeat again with the crash cart. "Clear!"

"No pulse."

"Again! Give her ten percent more!"

Natasha leans against the glass, tears falling from her eyes. "God, no," she whispers. "Don't do this. Please, [Y/n]. Not now."

"Clear!" He places the pads on your chest, and your body jumps with the electricity.

"Still none."

Natasha's face falls into a look of shock as the doctors try once more to bring you back. "I never..." she whimpers, her lip trembling. "I never got to..."

Nothing happens, and they call it. The female doctor runs a hand across her face. "Time of death: ten-thirty-seven."

The door opens, and the nurse gives Natasha a sympathetic expression. "I'm...so sorry, Natasha."

Natasha stumbles backwards, her body finding a place to rest against the hallway bench. She buries her face in her hands, sobs racking her body. "I never got to tell her how much she meant to me."

"I'm sure she knew," the nurse says softly.

"[Y/n] was my best friend. I never should have let her feel so sad and alone."

Natasha wipes her eyes and walks into the room where your body lays on the cot. She bends down and places a kiss on your forehead. "I'm sorry. I love you."

THE END

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A/N:

I normally don't do author's notes on these imagines books, but I felt the need to post something with this one. This was a request, and I've gotten several requests that have to do with self harm and depression before. And while I will do some because I know that these imagines give people some peace when they can read about their favorite characters either caring about someone like them or going through something like them, I've gotten more than usual lately. I'm not judging, but this has brought up a great point.

Self harm is a real thing. Depression, anxiety, bi-polar, self hatred, and all other kids of mental disorders are very real and legitimate. I know none of you are making this up, or using it for attention, or any of the other bullshit that some people have said in the past. I have been there. If any of you are dealing with these things, I have been in your shoes. I have known countless others who have also been there.

But I couldn't just let this imagine series go up without telling you all that you are not alone. I know you've heard it before, and you're probably either sick of it or you don't believe people when they say that anymore. But I am 100% serious. 

I've never told this on my account, but I have self harmed before. I have cut myself. I have burned myself. I used to have panic attacks and self hatred. I used to be depressed. I used to be so anxious all the time. I was very close to having an eating disorder. And while I still get anxiety attacks every now and then, I haven't harmed myself in years, and I completely love myself now.

This is just to show you that it can get better. There is a light at the end of the tunnel. You can love yourself, I promise. Don't believe what the voice in your head says. Don't believe the naysayers. You are beautiful, you are loved, and you are more important than you could ever imagine. And you are going to do great things someday, despite what you have been through or what you have done. You are a miracle; don't ever forget that.

If any of you ever need to talk, or to rant, or just to have someone tell you it's gonna be okay, or to listen, let me be that person. Private message me on here whenever, wherever, about anything. I will always reply, I will always listen, and if you need help, I will always try my best to help you.

You are not alone. You never have been, and you never will be. Someone always cares. I care. Always feel free to reach out. I love you all so, so much.

Your friendly neighborhood author,
- Roy, aka SaveTheBrooklynBoys