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Suicide (TRIGGER WARNING) / OUAT - Peter Pan

A/N: imagine being suicidal and Peter helping you get through.
TITLE: save me
PAIRING: Pan x Reader
RATING: T+, trigger warning, mentions of depression, self-harm and suicide.
WORD COUNT: 349

You've never felt safe at home. Yes, you had shelter, food, a family, but that is what depression feeds on. It knows when you're happy and comfortable, it sneaks up on you, and then it takes it all away from you. It sucks all of it from your life and turns it into darkness.
You were in bed, feeling the tears fall from your eyes onto your pillow. You were physically hurting from the emotional pain. You chest was aching, like you were underneath a thousand pounds of rocks. You tried to make as little sound as possible.
»Peter?» you whispered. He would always come within ten seconds of your call, but not this time. He didn't come. »Please.»
You turned toward your nightstand, looking at the full bottle of anti-depressants and wondering how many it would take to end it all. Anyone's presence would help you right now. You opened the container and dropped it's contents on your palm. You'd been thinking about this for a long time, and not having seen Peter in almost a week, your depression was growing stronger than you could handle alone. .
»Ironic, wouldn't that be?» you heard from the foot of your bed and dropped the pills in surprise. You looked up and saw Peter Pan at the foot of your bed and he was looking worried.
»I guess so», you said, getting out of bed and picking up the pills, putting them back in the bottle.
»Why haven't you summoned me, love?» he asked. »I could've helped.»
»I just did», you said flatly and he sighed. »And, I didn't want to bother you», you said, getting on your bed and sitting next to Peter, leaning your back against the wall.
»It's no bother», he said. »I like you, and sitting in your room with you.», he said, looking at you. Those words warmed you up and made you smile, for the first time in weeks. He took your wrist and brushed his thumb over your scars.
»Don't you ever, think that I don't care», he said, looking into your eyes.

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