Peter Maximoff and Jubilee (x men)

Depressing. Dont read unless prepared

"AHHH!" We heard Jean screaming from upstairs. We heard her run back down, and she appeared before us complete disheveled and with tears on her face. "Peter! He-he's dead!"

I stand in front of his coffin, I couldn't believe it when it first happened. I still have trouble believing it now. The man I loved so much, the one person I loved more than anyone else in the world was gone.

I ran up to the bathroom, there was so much blood. Cuts all up his arms, some old some new.

"Peter stop it!" I had yelled at him the first time I found him cutting. "Peter don't do that to yourself! I love you Peter, I love you so much. Would your mom have wanted this?" He broke down crying and I gently had kissed his lips. I hadn't known then, but that would be the last time we ever had a true kiss.

There had been a pill bottle on the floor. Half of it was gone, I wanted to run over and take those pills out of him. To just wish all the cuts away, but I couldn't move. I felt so helpless as people rushed in. I couldn't do anything to save him. Peter, my Peter, was gone.

Tears run down my face as I grab his hand. It feels so cold, and he looks so unreal. Like a shadow of what used to be. Dressed in his favorite clothes, with his favorite things. I couldn't bring myself to part with some of it though. I felt the weight of his Walkman in my pockets. I didn't want to let it go, but I wanted him to have it. I place it gently in his other hand.

Once the shock was over I dropped to my knees and cried over his body. "Peter! Peter wake up!" I shout pounding the floor with my hands. "It's not funny anymore Peter!" My tears were meeting his still oozing blood. "WAKE UP YOU JERK! This isn't funny!" I screamed smacking him across the face. Jean came up behind me and pulled me away from him. "PETER!" I screamed as she pulled me out of the room.

I look at Wanda sitting over the coffin, she lost her mother and her brother in one week. I hug her tightly until Charles calls her away. Peter had once made me promise that if anything happened to him or his mom that I'd take care of her. It was a promise I would never be able to bring myself to break. He loved her so much. Had he loved me at all? Had I not been enough for him? I feel more tears run down my face, and I don't stop them this time. "Why? Why did you do this to us Peter?" I mutter lowering my head. "Was I not good enough for you?"

Alternative and even more sad ending:

It's a month after Peter attempted suicide, and he is not doing any better. Someone has to be with him constantly, he has to have his legs bound together so he doesn't run off, and we have to keep anything potentially dangerous away from him. Just yesterday Scott walked out for three seconds and came back to Peter attempting to cut himself with a butter knife. I didn't want to admit it, but I knew I couldn't keep denying much longer. He's not going to get any better. Charles was looking into putting him in an Asylum. He was acting so dark and crazy, he would threaten people who tried to stop him, and he tried to jump in front of a bus once. He came so close, but Jean and Charles were able to stop the train just before it hit him. We had to take turns staying up at night to keep an eye on him. The first night I tried to get him to lay down with me, but he tried to strangle himself with one of my shirts. This was all taking a huge toll on me as well as the other students. The mansion just seemed so much darker, and everyone was always needing to watch their backs. Peter was starting to forget who some of us were. Just the other day he shoved away Erik yelling that he didn't talk to strangers. Erik had to leave again after that, not to say I blame him. "Jubilee," The Professor says coming up behind me. "I found a-a place that should be able to help him. Or at least stop him from killing himself."
"Will they treat him well there? Will they really look after him?" I ask feeling tears well up in my eyes.
"I have a friend there, and you can visit as often as you like." He says.
"I'll be able to see him?" I ask.
"W-well until he starts doing better you'll have to be seeing him from outside." Charles says to me looking away.
"What if he doesn't start doing better? What then?" I ask crying.
"Try not to think about that." I nod as we walk up to Jean's room. She is looking after him currently. When we step into her room we find him screaming at her.
"LET ME GO! I DON'T WANT TO BE HERE!" He moves to hit her but Charles stops him.
"Peter, we want to take you to a place where they can help you," Charles says in a soothing voice, Peter looks at him and I flinch. There's dark bags under his eyes, his hair is disheveled, and I can see the scars that cover his face neck and arms. The scary part is I know that there are more of them, all over him.
"Can they bring her back?" He mutters, a small bit of hope in his voice. Charles shakes his head.
"No they can't b-" Charles starts.
"THEN THEY CAN'T HELP ME!" Peter shouts, and I fall backwards. He doesn't even move to help me. My Peter would never just let me fall. Two huge men walk into the room, and Peter backs up against the wall. He's about to slam his head into it when Jean stops him. The two men grab his arms, and he starts screaming. My heart aches to help him, but I know that nothing I can do will fix him.
(Two day time skip)
I walk into the view of room, there's a small speaker so I can hear what's being said as well. He's in a padded cell with foam on his hands. His legs are bound together, and his feet are stuck in the same foam as his hands. His eyes are dark and menacing, his usual smile replaced with a ferocious glare. He notices a figure standing in the booth and starts shouting. "JUST KILL ME! I DON'T WANT TO LIVE ANYMORE!" Then he says a bit quieter, "I thought you guys loved me." My heart breaks at this statement. Why do I want to live anymore? He was my everything! I feel so empty without him. There's so many ways I could kill myself. The door behind me opens again, and in walks little Wanda. I look down at her, that's why I can't kill myself. I promised Peter I would take care of her, and maybe one day he will get better. Maybe.
(Two month time skip)
I walk into the viewing room, and one of the doctors steps in behind me. "He's been getting worse. He won't even speak any more. He just moans and cries. If he's getting better he has a funny way of showing it." I not my head and he walks out. I turn on the little speaker, and I can hear Peter's crying. He's moaning and mumbling some unintelligent words. He's not even human any more really. He's like a dying dog, he can't do anything he can't say anything. He's only suffering. Maybe you should help him out. I put my fingers onto the speaker, it's connected to the microphone and anything electrical in his room. I send a shock through it, it ricochets around the room. I hear Peter scream, but then it's silenced.
"Goodbye Peter. I love you. Forever and always. Not a day will go by when I don't think of you." And it never did.