Warnings: Mentions/thoughts of suicide and an almost suicide (I think this is it, but lemme know If I need to add any)Â
Word Count:Â 532
A/N: Just a shitty vent fic and nothing else. Thereâs probably mistakes, just ignore them ig
Youâre hunched over at your desk, with a pen in your hand and a piece of paper under the pen. You tap the pen against your hand a few times before continuing to write. Tears roll down your face as your thoughts make it onto paper. You wish it wasnât coming to this, you really do, but life and everything about it has become too much. You canât continue on like this anymore.
You aggressively wipe your tears with the sleeve of your sweatshirt, not wanting them to stain the paper below you. You finish the note, writing your thoughts out clearly, and gently fold it. You write Natashaâs name on the top so she knows this was meant for her.
You stand from the chair and take one last look around your room. Polaroid pictures of you and Natasha are scattered among the many surfaces of the room. You pick one up from the bedside table and look at it. A small smile crosses your face as you remember the day this was taken. It was right after Natasha proposed to you. You place the polaroid back down and let out a deep breath. You move to the bathroom and shut the door behind you.
You open the medicine cabinet and grab the large bottle of pills. You toss the bottle back and forth between your hands, listening to the rattle of the pills inside. Once you do this, youâll finally be okay. You open the bottle and stare down at the pills inside. Itâll be quick and you wonât feel a thing. You dump a handful of pills into your hand and place the bottle on the counter. Â
âY/N! Iâm home!â Natasha calls out, entering your shared room.
You glance over at the bathroom door, before looking back down at the pile of pills in your hand. You take a deep breath as the voices in your head keep telling you to just do it.
Thereâs a soft knock on the bathroom door. âBabe? Are you okay in there?â
You squeeze your eyes shut. You fight with the voices in your head, but the dark thoughts quickly consume and win the internal argument.
âIâm coming in, okay?â A second goes by before the door slowly opens. Natasha takes one step into the bathroom and looks at you. Her eyes trail down to your hand, eyebrows furrowing at the pills in your hand. Her eyes move up and meet yours. âY/N?â
You immediately break down at the sound of Natashaâs voice. You reach forward, the pills spilling out of your hand and onto the bathroom floor, and you fling your arms around Natasha. You pull her into you and grip onto her shirt as you shove your face into her neck.
âIâve got you.â Natasha wraps her arms around you tightly. âItâs okay. Youâre okay.â Natasha runs one of her hands through your hair.
âNat.â You swallow thickly. âI think I need help.â You admit into her neck. âIâm not okay.â
Natasha hugs you tighter. âYouâre not alone, Iâll be with you every step of the way, okay?â
You nod. âIâm sorry.â You continue to sob.
âYou donât have to apologize. Iâve got you.â
people with adhd will be like âi couldnât find my keys but i saw them when i took out the recycling nine hours ago so i checked inside the fridge and they were behind the butterâ and think nothing of it??????
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