Dallas Winston - 𝕀𝕞𝕒𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕤/ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤

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A/N: modern
TW: suicide.

Y/n🤍: don't come home.
Me: why?
Y/n🤍: just trust me. I love you.
Me: are you okay?
read 7:32pm
Me: baby??

I put my phone in my pocket and my leg started shaking while sitting on the couch of the Curtis's living room. Johnny noticed something wrong and sat next to me.

"Something on your mind, Dal?" He asked and I looked at him and sat more comfortably. "Yeah man I'm fine." I said and I checked my phone again. Not an answer. I got up and called her.

She didn't answer. I called again. And again, and again. I walked into the house and grabbed my jacket. "Why're you leaving?" Sodapop asked and I put my jacket on. "Y/n needs me home, she's not feeling too good." I said and I walked outside. It was an hour walk to there, but she had the car. So, I just walked there and back tonight.

The street lights were making my head spin, why didn't she want me at home, and why wasn't she answering me? I tried calling her six more times but each time it went to her voicemail.

Hey! Sorry I couldn't get to the phone, probably doing something super cool or super boring. Leave me a voicemail or text me and I'll try to call you back!

I put it in my pocket and picked up my pace. I was only five minutes away from my house. Good. But as soon as I arrived, there was cops and ambulances surrounding the area.

I ran up to the house and the cop stopped me. "Let me in! That's my house! That's my girlfriend!" I yelled but they kept me out. "I'm sorry Mr. Winston, your girlfriend committed suicide." One of the detectives said and it felt like everything was falling underneath me. My head was spinning, my hands were shaking. My mouth was open and my eyes were wide. I stumbled back trying not to fall but I reached the curb and fell.

She was gone. My love, my girl, she killed herself. I thought we were working through this but she never was the strongest when it came to her mental health. She always gave in quickly. But she was afraid of death, why'd she do this.

The cops and ambulances left, and I went inside. The bathroom was taped up but I opened it and there was an empty pill bottle, but five scattered around the floor. She overdosed.

I fell to the floor and cried, I lost all I had. It was my pills too, my anti-depressants. She took everything except 5. I called the gang and told them what had happened and they came over. I hid in my bedroom the entire time though, I couldn't face them.

My girlfriend killed herself.

She committed suicide.

She shouldn't be the one who should do that.

It was supposed to be me.

I couldn't save her.

I'm next.