Bury Me [Billie Eilish x Female Reader]

Prologue

I've known her since we were kids, crushed on her since we were tweens. 

I was there for her when she was spiraling in on herself, her world collapsing around us. I was there for her when she became famous and loved her since she told me she was depressed and I said,

"Me too."

I knew she didn't like dating people exclusively, and I knew she was straight, so I didn't tell her, didn't let her know. My depression was worsening, and I didn't want to talk about it, because it felt trivial. My coping mechanisms got worse and I cracked, cutting my skin.I didn't tell her, but I wished I could sometimes.

I listen to her music, and it's amazing, but every time I hear her say, "I wanna end me," I cry, and think...

"So do I."

I attempted suicide once, my arms bleeding out, the cuts running the length of my arms, but my mom found me, called an ambulance and saved me, she never found out. I don't want her to.

"I just want her to be happy."