2p!CanadaxSuicidal!Reader-Christmas Grieve...

*YOUR P.O.V.*


You sat on a park bench upset. You had been thinking about how shitty my life was. Snow, flew down from the sky. The little white crystals reflecting with the light of the street lamps. You wore your thin (Color of Choice) hoodie. Your parents were mad and had kicked you out. You had been working your fingers to the bone trying to help them pay bills. Both of them didn't have a job.


To top it all off you'd been being bullied at school. You hated your life. You hated the fact that you were always upset. You hated the fact that you were always tired. … Lastly, you hated your very existence. You weren't like other girls. You couldn't afford the latest technology or clothes. That was most likely why Matt fell for you. You sighed and took out a cigarette. You lit it and inhaled.


You knew smoking was bad for you but didn't care. You never told Matt though. You had already worried him enough with your cutting habits. You had been cutting your wrist since you were twelve.  It was the only way to deal with you 2 stupid siblings. Other then that, you really didn't do drugs. But, tonight was gonna be different. You were going to give you family a nice gift. Ending your existence...



You got up and walked away from the bench. You started walking and texting Matt.


'Love you Matt, Merry Christmas.'


        Matt: (Name)? Where r you? I heard ur parents kicked u out. R u alright?


You: No... But I will be. I love you Matt.




You then closed your crappy flip phone and began walking. You took 3 Xanax and a few painkillers. You grabbed a bottle of whiskey and drank it as you walked towards the train tracks. You were only 16, you couldn't wait 2 more years to get away from your parents!




*MEAN WHILE: WITH MATT*



Matt stared down at the text in confusion. Then it sunk in, she was going to kill herself! Matt ran into the living room quickly putting on his coat and boots. He grabbed his keys and ran out the door, starting up his truck.


Francis, Oliver, and Al stared in confusion. Oliver ran out and asked what was wrong. “(Name) is trying to kill herself! I need to stop her before it's too late!” He yelled before taking off. He drove through the small town searching for the first few minutes.


That's when he realized where she was. The train tracks! He drove there finding her passed out next to the tracks. He got out of his truck quickly and picked her up. Her clothes were soak from the melted show. An empty bottle of whiskey rolled out of her hand. He was barely breathing and barely had a pulse. She felt so cold and looked sad.


Matt dialed 911 on his cell phone quickly. “(Name)... Please hang in there!” Matt begged. An ambulance soon came taking her away. Matt drove to the hospital where she stayed. They told him that (Name) may not wake up for a few days.




 *THREE DAYS LATER*



You had woken up and were very confused. You sat up feeling funny. Later on you came to find out you were in the mental health facility. It would be another 3 days till you would be released.




*ANOTHER 3 DAYS LATER*



You were released from the hospital. When you entered the parking lot you were surprised to see Matt in his red truck. You got into the passenger's side, and sat down looking the floor silently. “Matt I-” You were cut off by him hugging you.


“I was so worried... I'm just glad you're okay...” He whispered.


“Matt... I'm sorry I worried you. It's not you... It's me... You... You deserve better then me...” You said softly. Shocked that he didn't yell or slap you for being so stupid.


“No... You deserve better then me. I'm worried about you. I don't want you to be upset anymore. All I want is for you to be happy and stuff...” Matt continued.



You cried and hugged Matt for a few minutes. “I'm sorry...” You sobbed.


“(Name)... You don't have to live with those cruel people you call family... Oliver said you can stay with us... I mean, if you like...” He said, trying to keep his voice firm.


“Yes... I'd love that.” You hugged him. “Matt... I love so much. I'm sorry I worried you... I really am...” You murmured.


“(Name), when you move in... Promise me you'll quit that stupid job. You work way too much. Plus, it's your money. Those bums need to quit stealing from you!” He said, hugging your extremely thin waist.


“I promise... I-I will...” You responded.




You ended up moving out of your parents house after all the years of abuse. You lived with Matt and you were happy. Later on you graduated high school, went to collage, married Matt, and had (Number of children you want). You lived happily ever after the end...




*THE END*