Don't Hug Me I'm Scared Oneshots

Human!Harry x Suicidal!Reader |Unsteady Part 1|

Request from animegirl200_forever
Harry x Bullied!Depressed!Suicidal!Reader
(My addition: PUBG)

"Quit playing that stupid game! That's not going to get you anywhere in life," my mom yelled from the kitchen. I flipped her off, knowing she couldn't see it, but as everyone says, it's the thought that counts. I mean little did Mom know that PUBG was the only thing that was going to get me anywhere. Without this stupid game I would probably have killed myself already. It wasn't shooting up people that was convincing me to stay here, of course. It was the boy I played with.
We never really met in real life. I've seen him a few times in my high school. His name is Harry... Well, RedHairedHarry2 on PUBG. From my brief sight of him, I knew he had long, bright red hair, was tall, and loved the color red since he almost always wore a red sweater. He had a long face and pale skin.
     Parts of him were still a blur. His eyes, his smell, his smile. But I knew his personality, and that was enough for me.
"Guys the the northwest at 250," I heard Harry exclaim through my earbuds. Whipping my PUBG character around, I crouched and looked through my gun's sight. We were still looting so I didn't have anything really good yet, but I took the shot. White letters appeared on the bottom of the screen.

YOU killed gunslinger2138 with a headshot

Harry's voice filled my ears. "Nice shot!"
"Thanks," I murmured, making my avatar run behind a tree.
"Y/n," I heard my mom yell my name, "I told you to get off that game!"
"Was that your mom," Harry asked.
I scratched my head, "Yeah, don't worry about her. We gotta focus on taking this guy out." I hoped he didn't hear my real name said from across the house.
My mom's footsteps pounded down the hall, making echos through the floorboards. My door swung open. The doorknob hit the wall with a bang.
"Give it to me," Mom growled, extending her hand for my to hand over my phone.
"I'm in the middle of a game. You can have it when I'm done," I said.
"I want it now!"
I didn't answer my Mom. I just looked at the screen and continued to play.
"What did you do, Y/User/N," Harry asked jokingly.
I knew he didn't know was my life was like outside of PUBG. That wasn't his fault. I just never really opened up to him. I figured he wouldn't want to he bombarded with me talking about my problems. I thought it would scare him off.
     Mom grabbed my phone from my hands and I yelled her name. She shut it off. "No phone for the rest of the month!"
     "Ugh! I hate you!" She took Harry away from me. He was my only friend.
     She yelled back at me, "Good!"
     I slammed my door behind her and locked it. My mom had now idea what she did. Harry was all I had, even if he didn't even know who I was. In school, everyone just knew me as the suicidal girl. If I told him who I was, he would probably just bully me like everyone else. Harry knew I went to his school, but didn't know what year I was in or anything about me. I had to keep it that way, but I be able to last the month? Would he think I just left him? Mom had turned off my phone when she took it form me, so he couldn't hear my fate and understand my situation. Would he hate me for this?
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I picked at my gross cafeteria food and fumbled with my empty pocket. No phone means no outlet. No phone means no way to get a ride home is the kids gang us against me again. No phone means no way out. I have to survive a full school day. It's worse than the hunger games. At least in the hunger games you die.
As if on cue, I heard a lunch tray slap to the table as people crowded around me. I tried to push a strong hand away when it reached for my pocket. The boy pushed me over instead and plunged his hand into my sweatshirt, grabbing for my non-existent phone.
     "Looks like you don't have an escape today," he said with a sneer. The boy rose to his full height, pulling his dirty blond hair from his eyes as his friends enclosed me in a tight circle. Over time I leaned to not get up. I'd get less hurt if I just stayed put.
     "Well then, get up!"
     I sat on the ground. My eyes darted across the room and avoided contact. I felt pain against my side as I was kicked. I tried to cover my face but that didn't stop blood from dripping out of my nose.
     "Maybe if you'd just kill yourself like you want, we wouldn't have to deal with you anymore," the blond boy said. He spit. Silvia landed on my cheek and I reached to wipe it off, but he grabbed my wrist and pulled me to my feet.
     This time I looked him dead in the eye. I could see people behind him recording with their phones. I was the spectacle. Everyone come see the suicidal girl! Star of the freak show!
     He pushed me back again. He was right. Maybe if I did just die I'd be free of him and he'd be free of me. My head hit the ground. The ground swerved under my weight and my stomach churned. My eyes blinked and closed and I listened as the crowd walked away.
     My mind clinched to my consciousness. No more than I minute passed when I felt a hand on my forearm, then my face. A thumb swiped under my nose, removing the blood. "Are you okay," I heard the muffled voice of a boy. He propped me up and I felt the ground surge. I was falling. Falling in circles into a dizzying, sickening black hole. I was so unsteady.
     Then my eyes opened. I saw the blur of the cafeteria, a red sweater, and long red hair.

Author's Note:
So I'm really sorry if this is bad. I'm not really familiar with what is like to have a suicidal friend or be suicidal. I don't want to offend anyone with me not being personally familiar with this topic. I tried my best, but its probably not be accurate. I've also never been physically bullied. So I'm sorry for not being able to write realistically on these topics. Despite that, there will be a part two to this.