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Ricky Horror imagine

TRIGGER WARNING: DEPRESSION, ETC.

You weren't feeling too well, you were trapped in your little mind, trying to break free but unable to do so, you don't know what happened to the happiness you had just a few hours ago. You were having a bad day, and it just seemed to go from bad to worse. Usually when you were having one of these days, you could just curl up with your boyfriend of the last three and half years, but he was currently too busy doing things with his band, so you didn't have that option.

Your meds weren't seeming to work and the stuffed animal you held tight to your chest didn't give off the same reassuring feeling that Ricky did. You were normally a very happy person, the meds had made it so your depression rarely showed its ugly head, but sometimes it just liked to barge in on you at the worst of times, when you're the most vulnerable, and since you've been with Ricky those times seem to be less and less frequent.

You looked at the little scars on your wrists, the hideous artwork you had made all those years ago, back when you felt completely helpless. The brunt of your depression had been back at school, and that was also when you had started cutting. You had managed to quit your last year of college though, the newest scars were still almost four years old.

You were just drowning in your own mind, all by yourself and nothing to grab on to, no one to save you from yourself. You just sat on the couch, watching a Harry Potter marathon on TV and cuddling up with the stuffed animal. You weren't really watching the movie, just waiting for the storm in your mind to pass, so you had a chance to pull yourself back to the surface.

At nearly half past six your phone rang and when you checked the caller ID, it was Ricky. You answered immediately, just wanting to hear his voice. He said that he and the band were done with what ever they were doing for the night and that he would be heading over. You mumbled out your responses, too out of it to actually respond.

Just as he promised, Ricky walked through the door a little while later and you just pulled him into a bone crushing hug, the storm clouds in your mind already starting to disappear. Ricky, just being Ricky manages to make you feel better, there was just something about him that made you feel so much better, who needs Ben and Jerry's to help you feel better when you have Ricky.

By the end of the night, you were feeling one hundred percent better than you had earlier.