𝓖𝓸𝓳𝓸𝓾 𝓢𝓪𝓽𝓸𝓻𝓾 𝓞𝓷𝓮 𝓢𝓱𝓸𝓽𝓼

𝕎𝕙𝕪 𝕕𝕚𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕕𝕠 𝕚𝕥? (requested)

Gojou x Suicidal Reader

Requested by: @itzfl0ra

⚠️TW: SELF HARM AND SUICIDE⚠️

A/n: Please don't commit! I understand it's hard but I promise it WILL get better <3

Y/n's POV:

The bloodied knife lay beside me on the counter of the bathroom. My hair is messed up.

I feel like trash.

I hate it here.

'It will be okay' they said.

'It's just a phase' they said.

'You are only looking for attention' they said.

I grabbed my phone that was beside me. I threw it across the room, hitting a mirror and shattering it.

I was panting heavily finding it difficult to breathe. I couldn't do this bullshit anymore. I looked up and looked into the mirror I smashed with my fist earlier.

The blood from my knuckles still painted onto the dirty mirror.

My hand hurts. My head hurts. My heart hurts. Everything hurts.

I stared into the mirror looking at my messed up appearance. My eyes red and puffy from my tears, my hair tangled and messed from being pulled on, my wrists with lines of red.

"He doesn't love you. He could never love you. Look at you. You don't deserve him. He doesn't need a dirty filthy bitch by his side..." I looked down. Tears flowing down my cheeks.

My knees felt weak. I sunk down to the ground hugging my knees closer to my chest putting my head into my knees.

I silently sobbed. Wishing for the pain and hatred to go away. Nothing was working.

Why was he the one I fell in love with. He deserves so much more than a runt like me.

Moments passed before I stood up and walked out of the bathroom, turning off the lights on my way out.

I quickly put on my hoodie and sat down. I took out pieces of paper and a pen.

I started to write out letters to my friends and family. My tears started to fall onto the pieces of paper.

My hand gripped onto my pen tightly. My hand then let go out the pen. I got up and walked towards my bed.

I took off the covers and grabbed a teddy bear. I hugged it tightly, remembering when my mother gave me this bear while on her death bed.

I sighed. I held my bear in one arm while ow rote with the other.

I was done soon enough and I put on my shoes. I put on my favorite coat gifted from my students during a cold winter.

I opened the door and took one more look around, still clutching onto my bear.

I closed the door behind me. "Goodbye old home, I'll miss you"