TRIGGER WARNING: Suicide. If you're uncomfortable with this, by all means, you do not have to read this chapter. But please do read the message at the end.

George Imagine:

I hope some night,
You'll be reading off this page
Can you hear me in the street light,
Breathing out your name?
A dark emotion left me broken,
Tied around my head
Tied so tight,
There's not a feeling left

You had been acting strange all day. You weren't speaking to anyone, not even to George, who you told everything to. You were fine this morning. You had given George a peck on the cheek and made him and yourself some blueberry pancakes, just as you did every Sunday morning.

But then you received a phone call. That was when you fell silent. You were only giving nods and shakes of your head, or a silent, "Yes," or, "No." Maybe the occasional, "I don't know." That was it.

George was so concerned for you, he could hardly concentrate at the studio. Brian made him go home early, as he was clearly distracted.

When George parked his car in the driveway, he spotted you sitting on the front porch, knees drawn up to your chest with your hair curtaining your face. You weren't crying. You seemed blank. Stunned. George hopped out of his car and approached you.

"Y/N," he said worriedly, sitting next to you and draping his coat over your shoulders. "It's freezing! Why're you sitting out here by yourself?"

"Oh," you said, sounding a little startled. You glanced around slowly. "Didn't know..."

"Know what?"

"That it was cold... Yeah, you're right. Everything's cold."

George stared at you. He had never seen you like this, ever.

By the time we meet again,
It may not be me, my friend
I'll be someone else

"What's going on?" George asked.

"Nothing," you replied quietly.

He sighed. "Y/N, you've been acting strange all day. You haven't been talking to me or anyone else ever since you got that phone call." You stiffened. George took your hand in his. "Y/N, talk to me. I'm worried about you... Something happened, right?"

A long pause. Your shoulders started shaking.

"Yes," you whispered.

"Is it... is it bad?"

"Yes..."

George massaged your hand gently with a slight frown. "Can you... can you tell me? I mean, is there anything I can do for you? Anything at all?"

You blankly stared ahead at the street. Suddenly, your lower lip quivered and your eyes pooled you the brim with tears.

"M-my best friend... she killed herself..."

Heart so shattered that I can hardly sleep,
The only time I see your face is invested in a dream
I try to forget you, inside I am torn,
Although you are heartbroken,
I am heartbroken more

Silence... Constant, never ending silence... George didn't know what to say as the first sob finally escaped your tight throat. He gathered you up in his arms, allowing you to cry into his chest. He stroked your hair, curling his calloused fingers through the strands.

"I'm sorry... I'm so sorry, baby," he murmured in your ear.

"Her mum f-found her in her room... sh-she hung herself," you sobbed. "And she left a n-note... saying she w-was sorry and that e-everyone was better off... w-without her..."

"Y/N..."

I'm gonna buy a fast car, a new fast car,
And I'll drive, drive, drive, drive
Fast car,
And I'm never coming back again

"I didn't know!" you cried, fisting George's shirt tightly in your trembling hand. "Sh-she never told me she was d-depressed... God, if I knew... I should've known."

When you get home, you'll find a letter,
Gonna be better, better this way
When I'm gone, change of weather,
I'll be better

"No," George said softly. "Don't blame yourself. Don't you dare do that to yourself. You didn't know, Y/N."

"What could I have done?" you whimpered. "W-what could I have done differently?"

"Nothing, Y/N. Please don't blame yourself. Just... look at me." You peered up at him, your cheeks streaked with tears, your eyes a blood-shot red. "You did not cause this. This isn't your fault. She... she's in a better place now. She's not in pain anymore."

You didn't respond right away.

"There was a P.S. at the end of her letter," you swallowed thickly. "She said... 'Tell Y/N that I love her... a-and that I'm sorry...'"

"She loves you," George said gently. "She wouldn't want you blaming yourself. You know you did nothing wrong."

You buried your face in your hands, shuddering through your tears. George tenderly kissed your forehead. He felt his own eyes burn with tears.

"I'm so sorry, Y/N..."

I'm gonna buy a fast car, a new fast car,
And I'll drive, drive, drive, drive
Fast car,
And I'm never coming back again...

The song is called Fast Car, again by Bars and Melody.

I was hesitant to write this, but I think this really needs to be addressed. This took me awhile to write because I was so unsure of myself. I even considered making it so the reader was the victim, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. Listen everybody, and please understand this. I don't know a lot of you, so I don't know the struggles you go through. But can I just say this? Suicide is not the answer. It's never the answer.

Let me tell you something, okay? I think one of the things that makes people feel this way and get themselves in a dark place is that they think they're alone. Hear me when I say this. THAT'S A LIE. You are NOT alone. Never alone. Ever. There are thousands of people out there who can help you. If you described your feelings in a room full of people and asked if anyone felt the same way, I can almost guarantee you that they would say that they do. You're not alone, you guys. Okay? If you need to talk, please talk. Talk to anyone. Talk to me if you'd like. I'd be more than happy to listen.

You are all beautiful. You're all stronger than you realize. You are warriors. And I love you all.