Imagine being suicidal and Cook pulling you off the ledge.
-Requested-
Cook ran, his chest falling up and down and his legs pumping as fast as possible. He didn’t even know where he could be looking for you,but he knew he had to find you. You had sent him a text that sounded an awful lot like a goodbye, and with your past history of depression, Cook knew what was going on.
He stopped and ran his hands through his hair as he took in his surroundings, looking over to your house. Would you even be there? It was the only place Cook could think of. He opened your door and ran to your room, but you weren’t there. He called out to you as he fumbled through your things, looking for some clue. That’s when he noticed a picture on your pillow. There was no note, just a picture of a building in town.
He ran off again, leaving your room in a disarray and not even bothering to close your front door as he sprinted off to the building. He called your cell as he ran, but it kept going right to voicemail. He was starting to get scared that he was too late now, but he powered on, hanging on to what little hope he had, has he wrenched opened the door of the building and bolted up the stairs.
When he burst through the door he let out a sight of relief. You were walking on the edge of the roof, looking almost carefree as you looked down at the street below you, kicking off one of your shoes. Cook knew you were getting ready to jump, but at least he was there now. He rushed over and gripped you around the waist, pulling you from the ledge, despite your screams of protest.
Tears streamed down your face as you tried to get away from Cook, but he held you against him tightly. “Let me go! Just let me go!” You tried to push away as Cook brought you over to the door- and as far from the ledge as possible- and sat you down. “Make it stop, please make it stop, it hurts!” you cried.
Cook took a seat next to you and wrapped his arm around you, letting you fall weekly against him. “Shh, it’s ok. I know it hurts, but you can’t kill yourself.” He told you.
“You don’t understand! Nobody likes me, do you know what it feels like to know that it wouldn’t make much difference if you were around or not?” You cried.
“Yes, I know exactly what that’s like, but guess what it’s not fucking true. It might feel like that, but out friends, they’d miss you. It’s all in your head. If this was us meeting for the first time, I’d do it all again, everything. Because you’re the most important person in my life, and I can’t live without you.”
Cook had never told you about his feeling for you, because he knew you were better off that way, but he needed you to understand that you were wanted.”You’re just saying that.” You mumbled.
“I’m not, do you think I’d go through all this trouble if I didn’t care?” Cook had a point, he didn’t go out of his way without a good reason. You still weren’t fully sure if you believed him though, your mind wouldn’t let you. But when Cook picked you up to bring you home you didn’t object.
