I'm With You // Yungblud x Reader

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**TW: Eloquent descriptions of depression**

- Hour 2 - 

Y/N POV

You awoke abruptly from your slumber from someone tapping on your left shoulder. You looked up in confusion to see Gavin standing next to you. You were in the hospital room with the other boys sitting on the couch behind you. That. was. weird. You thought to yourself. It must have all been a dream before but it felt so real. You could feel him. See him. Smell his cologne. Everything felt so...real. Your thinking was interrupted when Gavin began to talk,

"Are you okay Y/N? You seem kinda out of it," he said.

"Uh yea, it's just. It's I-, it's nothing, nevermind," you responded.

"Are you sure? You know you can talk to us about anyth-"

"Dom's braindead!" you shouted, cutting Gavin off before he could finish.

A look of shock and horror overtook the boy's faces. Before any of them could say anything you got up and stormed towards the bathroom.

"I'm gonna take a shower," you sighed, closing the bathroom door behind you. You didn't even bother to undress. Your emotions overtook you in a wave of sorrow as you slid down the wall of the shower into a sitting position. The water was running and your clothes were now soaked but it didn't even bother you. You didn't have the energy or motivation to move right now. In the past few day's you felt your life implode. With Dom it felt like you were surfing this wonderful wave of happiness. You guys were touring together and living your best lives. It felt like you were getting barreled in the Banzai Pipeline, adrenaline and happiness flourishing. But then the wave broke on top of you. You were pushed down into the depths of the Pacific Ocean. You tried to swim up to the surface but the wave was holding you down. You kicked and flailed but the wave was stronger than you. You tried to scream but everything was silent underwater. You were drowning, but nobody knew. Now you feel like you have nothing left to give. Like the wave is finally starting to win. You feel like giving up. But you can't. You have to hold on for Dom. But you want to give up. It's all becoming so heavy. But you can't. No, you won't. You pulled yourself off the shower floor and got out, turning the water off. You changed into fresh clothes and walked out of the bathroom. The boys all looked at you with confused and scared expressions. You felt like it was selfish of you to drop that on them and not say anything else but you weren't ready to talk yet. You sat down on the couch next to them and stayed silent. They'll find out soon. Once the rest of his family gets back you're gonna tell all of them. You just have to work up the courage now.

Dom's POV

Each time I awake now this universe gives me a new challenge. A new punishment. It's becoming harder and harder to stay awake without Y/N. It's like I'm hanging off the side of a mountain, gripping onto the crumbling rock, slipping more and more every second, just waiting to fall. Today I awoke in a different spot than usual. I was inside a glass box. I was in a pool of quick-dry cement from the shoulders down. I could hear the voices of the outside world all around me, but I was blindfolded and couldn't see a thing. Every time I moved or tried to escape, the cement tightened around me and began to dry. I tried so hard to get out, to make it back home, but the cement was stronger than I was. I'm now stood here in this mostly dry block of cement surrounding me. I've tried to flail and kick but it only makes things worse. I've tried to scream but the box is soundproof and nobody can hear me. I'm trapped, but nobody knows. I feel like I have nothing left to give. Like the cement is finally starting to win. I feel like giving up. But I can't. I have to hold on for Y/N. But I want to give up. It's all becoming so heavy. But I can't. No, I won't.