so this will be an angsty oneshot that is kind of a vent (based on an experience i had recently)

This is not a C!MCYT Oneshot, btw

CW- Someone getting to d13, Mentions of $u1c1d3, s3elf h@rm

This is told in the P.O.V of Y/N

I walk into the lunchline, practically starving. I was just chatting with my friend-my boyfriend-Tom, when someone walks up to me. "Hey, Y/N," "Huh?" I turn around and the face the kid, his name was Cadon, I knew him through a friend-he wasn't my friend by any means-. "Did you need something, Cadon?" I tried to keep my voice cheerful, considering how much I hated him. "You wanna know what wou;d be best for everyone?" "What?" I sigh, moving up in the line. Tommy stands next to me, eyeing Cadon suspiciously. "Killing yourself!" he says with a laugh, loud enough for me and Tommy to hear, before disappearing into the lunchline. I push myself out of the lunchline and into the courtyard. "Wha- Y/N-!?" Tommy is swept away in the lunchline.

TIME SKIP TO AFTER SCHOOL AT Y/N's HOUSE

I sit in the corner of my room, wiping tears off of my face and scratching at my wrist to distract myself from my crying. Suddenly, a voice. "Y/N!" It's Tommy, entering my room with two Cola cans. I quickly pull my sleeve down-he sees this, but keeps quiet-and wipe my face. "H-hey, Tom-" "Save it, what's wrong?" the sterness of his voice throws me off, Tommy was never this serious unless he was pissed. "N-nothing's wrong, Tom, let's just eat," I say, grabbing one of the soda cans. He looks at me with a sympathetic look that drills into my soul. "Y/N, please," he grabs my wrist, making me wince. "Talk to me," I looks away, I wasn't one to open up about things-not a good trait to have, I suppose. "I-I don't wanno,," I pull my wrist away, the blood from my harmful attempts seeping through my sleeve now. He sees this and grabvs my arm-gently-and rolls my sleeve up. The sight of my wrists makes him frown, which makes me looks away. "Y/N, you can't keep dping this," he takes his sleeve and gently dabs at the blood, cleaning it. "I know, I know it's just,," I don't know how to word my pain. "It hurt, Tommy, what he said," I can feel the tears coming, and I try to hold the back. "I know, but this won't help and you know that." he says, kissing my hand after he cleans my wrists, leaving just the sight of the jagged scars. "It'll only make it worse," "I know," I sigh, not making eyecontact as tears slip down my face. "But,, but what if I tr-tried, y'know?" "Tried what?" his voice is shaky, knowing what I was saying. "If I, y'know-" I slide my thumb across my throat, laughing through my tears. "Maybe it would b-be bet-" 

He engulfs me in a hug, shutting me down. "Don't you fucking dare," he says, still hugging me. "Do you know how fucking miserable I'd be?" He looks at me, and for the first time, I see him crying-and it wasn't a sight I ever wanted to see again. "Do you?" he shakes me as I feel my tears pouring over. "I-I'm sorry, I do-don't know-" "Shh,," he pulls me into a hug again, playing with my hair. "Just calm yourself, I'm here,," I cry into his chest. "I just want him to le-leave me alone, Tom,," I whisper. "Hey," he looks down at me. "If he does it again, fuck 'em," "Fuck 'em?" I repeat, chuckling quietly. "Yeah, tell him to fuck off," I laugh, he was good at making me do that. "Y/N, I love you, remember that. Always." "Always," I smile and he kisses my hand, making me blush. "Why don't we watch The Office?" "Yeah!" he laughes and turns the T.V on.

yay angst :))

I'm not going to disclose any background information about the expierence that sparked this chapter, but I just want you all to know that if you experiencing suicidal thoughts or actions, please, get some help and just know that you have people who love you

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