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Troubles

A/N sorry if this is shit. I'm trying my hardest. If anyone has any tips or anything feel free to tell me

⚠️TRIGGER WARNING⚠️
If you are sensitive to subjects like depression and self harm do not read. If you're going through anything like that I want you to know that you can make i through and it's worth it to keep trying:)

Your POV

I can't take it anymore. Waking up and hating myself. He says I'm beautiful, but I don't know what he sees in a mess like me.
When I get home, I quickly notice that Ethan's not here. I go up the our room and throw my stuff on the ground and flop on the bed. I let out a big sigh and stare at the ceiling. All of a sudden it was like a wave hit me. All the things I ever hated myself for seemed to come flooding into my mind. The tears started flowing down my face. I got up from the bed and and went into the bathroom. All the things everyone had ever called me seemed to be pasted on my body, and I was going to cut ever last one of them off. Slut. Pig. Bitch. Attention Whore. Ugly. Disgusting. Failure. Freak. Worthless.
I started digging around in each drawer until I fount it. The shiny silver color seemed to glisten because of the tears still in my eyes. I started very carefully then grew reckless. I was getting lightheaded. Everything was growing darker and darker. Then finally black...

Ethan's POV 

Mark and I pulled into the driveway and got out of the car. I saw that Y/N had already come home and was anxious to see her. I know she's been having problems again and I was reluctant to leave her alone. I yelled up the stairs and I opened the front door. No answer. My face fell as I thought of all the possibilities...
"What's the matter Ethan?" Mark question as he Pushed me through the door way.
I bolted up the steps two at a time and burst through the bedroom door. I saw her stuff thrown on the floor. Then my eyes found the bathroom door open. I forced my feet to move in that direction. My eyes were met with a terrible sight. Her body was sprawled out on the floor and it was surrounded with crimson blood.
"Y/N!" I cried out as I head Mark rush up the steps.
"Holy shit!" Mark exclaimed.
"Call 911!" I said as I tried to sit y/n up. "Hurry!" I demanded.
"They're on their way."
"Why!? Why!? Why!? Why!?" I started to shout. I felt Mark's hand on my shoulder. The tears broke free from my eyes and began to stain my face. Soon they're were sirens and light flashing outside. Mark helped me pick her up and take her down. I didn't trust anyone else with her seeing that she was already in such critical condition. 

At the hospital... (still Ethan's POV)

I sat next to Y/N gripping her hand, hoping she'd wake up. I heard voices at the door and looked up to see Mark with Amy, Kathryn, and Tyler.
"Oh god." Amy whispers before collapsing on the floor and breaking down into tears. Her and Amy were practically sister. Kathryn decided to take her for a walk seeing that this was a little too much for her at the moment. It was just Me, Tyler, and Mark. Tyler came over and kissed her on the forehead. He was like a brother to her. He came over and sat next to me. We just sat there looking at Y/N then to each other.
After a little Kathryn came back with Amy and she seemed to be better than before. 
"Why?" Asked Amy.
"She was having trouble again with you know, and I wasn't there to make sure that she was okay. It's my fault." I replied dropping my head trying to hide the tear in my eyes.
"No..."
I jerked my head back up. I could recognize that voice anywhere. It was Y/N's!!!

Your POV

The last thing I remember was being being carried out of the house by Ethan and even that's missing bits and pieces. I was wake again and the first thing I heard was
"...and I wasn't there to make sure that she was okay. It's my fault."
I knew Ethan would blame himself...
"No..." I managed to force out of my still very weak body. My eyes slowly opened to my blue haired boyfriend sitting next to me with tears in his eyes.
"Baby..." He said softly while reaching up and pushing back wisps of hair in my face. "Please don't do that to me again. Promise?"
"Promise."