You had the dream again. The knife, your parents, the bed, the gunshot, your sister falling to the ground. You screamed. You just wanted to die. You wanted to join your sibling to rid of the pain you felt. But you could only scream. Scream your heart out as you heard the voice calling you.
"Y/N!!" That wasn't anyone in the room that was...
End of dream
"Y/N!!" Nate. Your eyes shot open as one last "no!" Tore from your lips. You sat upright quickly and looked around. Tears started falling down your face as you looked around. The fireplace, the window, the kitchen, the bathroom. Then you focused on smaller things. T.V, vases, pictures, couches, remote, phone.
"Y/N?" Nate's voice brought you into reality. The lamp near you was on. You stared directly into his eyes, wanting to melt away into them, and never leave.
"I'll be right back." You muttered and stood quickly. You decided to do it. You wanted to join her. You had to commit suicide.
You walked into the bathroom and picked up a knife that was probably used to help trim his hair or something. You locked the door and sat criss-cross on the floor. You held the knife to your throat, sobbing. You heard banging on the door.
"Go away!" You shouted.
"Let me in!" Nate responded. "Please! I know what your thinking! Don't do it!" He kept banging on the door.
"I'm sorry.." Was all you said. Just as you were about to slash, You felt a hand grip your wrist tightly. The knife was slid out of your hands. You felt strong arms wrap around you and pull you close to its warm body. You looked where your eyes could reach. The door was busted open. He had used force to get in. Brute force. It proved just how strong he was.
NATE'S PONT OF VIEW
I held her close to me. I never wanted to let go of her fragile body. I never knew I could break down a door. I guess I was just too desperate. I loved her. More than anything. As I felt her shaking beneath me, I finally pulled my head back. I tilted her chin up to look at me.
BACK TO NORMAL
Nate tilted your chin up. He stared directly into your eyes.
"Never.. ever do that again.. please. It would kill me." He whispered softly.
"Okay.." You whispered back.
You were ashamed. You were angry. You were.. happy? He saved you. He broke down his door for you. He was your best friend even if your ugly. He held you close as if you were his wife. Like you were his everything. And you hoped that was true.
(Hey guys! Soooooo sorry the chapter is so short. I'm also sorry for those of you who do struggle with these things. If you think of suicide or cutting, please, please talk to me and I'll gladly have a conversation with you. Again. If you struggle with these thoughts, put it in a comment or start a chat with me. Just know you're not alone. Have a nice say/night.)