Trigger warning! This chapter will deal with mature themes of depression, self-harm, and suicide.

If you feel depressed or like harming yourself in anyway, I'm here, or you can call the Suicide Hotline with the number 1-800-273-8255.

Now, onto the story!

Lafayette P.O.V.

I sighed, sitting on the counter, waiting for Hercules to come home. We had been dating for almost a year, and even though I love him dearly, I felt as though I was giving everything I was able to give, but he wasn't even trying.

I was trying to keep us together; he was all I needed. He had cured my depression, and as long as I'm with him, I'd be okay.

I hadn't cut since we had gotten together. All my scars were nearly gone, and I was actually happy with him.

I was going to fix this. Fix us.

He walked through the door, looking exhausted. I quickly jumped up, walking over to him, gently pressing a kiss against his cheek.

"Not now, Laf... We need to talk."

My heart dropped. This is what I was trying to avoid. I nodded anyways, pulling away from him, pulling him to the couch and sitting down, patting the spot next to me. "Okay. About what, baby?"

He inhaled.

"Lafayette. I honestly don't think this is working anymore. I think... I think we should break up." I felt like someone had taken my heart and cut across it with a razor, like I used to do with my arms.

I held back tears as I nodded. "Alright..."

He bit his lip. "You can still be my roommate... This doesn't mean goodbye. I'm still your friend." I nodded. "Thank you, mon amo-ami..." I sighed, picking myself up off the couch. "One more thing, Mon ami...?" He looked at me, humming a confused response. "Je t'aime..."

He bit his lip, looking down. I turned on my heel, walking up to my room, carefully shutting the door before flopping down and sobbing on my bed.

You caught it by the handle. I caught it by the blade.

I tried so hard... I tried... But he wasn't willing to put in the effort. Just a little. He could've tried a little. It would've been okay. I sobbed into my pillow, thinking about the past year. I had let his love in. Bad idea. I kept trying. He just... Stopped...

His words echoed through my head. "I'm still your friend" That's easy for him to say.

He caught it by the handle. I caught it by the blade.

I stood up, trembling, walking into the bathroom. I splashed water on my face.

It's over for him.

I wouldn't ever get over him. He had done magical things for me. And now he's gone.

For me it's not

I reached up to the cabinet, grabbing out the razors. I took out a blade, setting everything back. I drew myself a bath. I undressed, sitting down in the tub.

I can't do this without you...

I couldn't wait any longer. It had been so long. I dragged the blade across my skin, smiling faintly as blood gushed out. I continued, smiling at the pain it brought on.

I dipped my finger in the blood, drawing a short note on the wall. When I was satisfied, I went back to cutting up my body, the water turning from its normal clear colour to a bright crimson. I soon felt dizzy. Blackness clouded my vision. My body was numb. I felt tired.

Eventually, I gave into the darkness.

Hercules P.O.V.

I didn't expect Laf to do this.

I sat in the waiting room of the hospital, waiting to see if they could help him at all.

I remember the scene I found him in perfectly clear - he was in the overflowing bathtub, the water a crimson colour.

His head was leaned back against the wall, his once caramel skin pale, his dark brown hair down instead of in its usual ponytail.

I had called the emergency number as quickly as I could, rushing to his side, trying to do something - anything - to save him.

I couldn't do anything but wait now.

It wasn't his lifeless body in the tub that haunted me most, but the writing on the wall.

I can't do this without you...

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I would like to repeat what I said earlier. If you feel depressed or suicidal, talk to someone...

Song: The Blade by Ashley Monroe

So yeah. That's it! Hope you guys enjoyed! Stay cool my little chicklets! Peace out!