*trigger warning!*

if you are sensitive to any of the following topics, please do not read this chapter:
• depression
• self-harm
• suicidal thoughts/actions
• cussing
• blood

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THIRD POV
Y/n's story

Things were rough.

Getting out of bed was a struggle, a chore even.

Y/n was tired. Not sleep tired, but tired of life. She had been so overworked lately with school, her relationship, and on top of all that she was trying to find a job so she could care for herself and her needs.

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The teen sat in the apartment she shared with her boyfriend, Jonah, shaking as she tried get homework done. Her hands shook as she put down her pencil, putting her head in her hands.

A small sob came from her mouth as she let go. She pushed all the work off the desk, the papers and books scattering the hardwood floors underneath her.

Now, the girl had a past with depression and unfortunately, suicide. She tried to commit almost three years ago, and ended up in the hospital for a few weeks. Thats how Jonah found her. He had been in the hospital because his bandmate, Zach, broke his arm in some sort of way. The two connected quickly and soon became best friends, then shortly after, he asked her out.

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She tried to remember the good times with Jonah to help calm her down, but every negative thought she could think of spilled into her mind. She thought she was a burden, and maybe Jonah as her out because he felt bad for the broken girl. She couldn't find a single reason as to why anyone would like, or even love her.

She knew one thing would calm her down: Jonah.
Unfortunately for her, he was on tour. He had been gone for 7 months. The two knew they could make this work, even if Jonah would be away for awhile.

Everything she had been keeping in, came crashing down all at once. Tears left her eyes as she grabbed a piece if paper, a pencil, and she started writing. Not an ordinary note, but a suicide note.

She sobbed as her hands gripped her hair. Her stood up and ran to the bathroom, locking it and opening up the medicine cabinet, knowing those 3 years of being clean were soon to be gone.

She couldn't stand fighting this battle alone.

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THIRD POV
Jonah's story

Jonah was full of energy as her got in the Uber, after saying his 'goodbyes' to the boys.

The band had just gotten back from tour and Jonah was beyond excited. He was finally going home to his best friend, and lover all in one. He noticed his leg shaking as the Uber drove down the familiar streets by their apartment complex.

He thanked the uber driver, got out of the car, grabbed his luggage and watched the small car drive off into the distance. Jonah let out a collective sigh as he walked into the entrance, greeting anyone he crossed paths with.

He walked into the elevator, pressing floor 2, then waiting for the elevator doors to open. He smiled widely as reality hit him. Soon, the doors opened, and Jonah acted as calm as he could. He walked up to the door, pulling out the key and unlocking it.

He expected Y/n to be on the couch by their small kitchen, but she was no where in sight. Jonah was confused, until he heard a sob come from the bedroom area.

He set his bags down and sped walk to the bedroom the two shared, only to find a mess of papers, books, and clothes. He heard yet another sob come from the bathroom. He took the note reading it as he walked to the door, trying to open it, but it was locked.

"Y/n bub open the door. Please. Tell me whats going on, I can help you. I promise. You'll be okay." He said to the broken girl through the door blocking them from each other.

"No I won't." She sobbed. He body shook as she cried, wanting to be rescued. No, she didn't want to die, but she wanted whatever monster made her feel this way dead.

"Baby please. Open the door." He pleaded as tears filled his own eyes. He was troubled and confused, not having a clue of what to do in this situation.

Jonah had no choice. He had to break the door open to save the girl. He walked backwards a few feet, before running into the door a few time. It swung open on the last try and once Jonah got a good look at Y/n, his heart shattered. The sight in front of him was horrific.

She had mascara running down her face, he hair looked like it hadn't been washed in weeks, she was wearing sweatpants, and her eyes we bloodshot.

In her hands was a razor blade, with fresh blood on it. Her arm was marked up badly. Some fresh cuts, some old scars. Next to her was a bottle of pills, that she was struggling to open.

Jonah ran over to her, snatching the bottle away and taking his sweatshirt off. His glassy eyes stared at Y/n, while his heart was tearing itself into itty bitty pieces. Her eyes were closed as her cries got quieter and she started to calm down.

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The bathroom was silent as Jonah helped the girl clean her arms and throw away the pill bottle. He couldn't understand why she would want this, but he tried to.

As the girl calmed down, Jonah pulled her to the floor gently. He sat up against the wall, and pull Y/n into his lap. Her legs were on either side of Jonah, so that she was straddling him. His hand found its way on her back, as he started rubbing it softly in a comforting way.

Neither of them dared to say a word. It was an awful tension in the room, and no one liked it. Jonah built up the courage to talk first, "I know you probably don't want to talk about it, but we will at some point soon. Let's just get you cleaned up love."

He stood up, lifting her off the ground and onto the bathroom counter. He ran the water so it was warm and he grabbed a towel. He soaked the towel before gently pressing it on her self inflicted wounds. Slowly, the once white towel was becoming a light shade of red as the liquid seeped into the towel.

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Once the couple was done helping the girl, Jonah helped her change into some fresh clothes. A simple pair of black drawstring shorts, and a hoodie. He made sure her hair was brushed and her makeup was off before guiding the girl to bed.

He ran off to the kitchen to grab her a water bottle, along with himself. As he walked up the stairs, he couldn't help but wonder what caused Y/n to do this to herself. He knew she had depression and she used to self harm, but he also knew she stopped up until now. No, he wasn't mad, just confused.

He walked into the room, shutting of the main light then turning on the led lights that stuck to the top of the walls. He turned the color to a light pink, Y/n's favorite. She watched in awe as the color softly illuminated the room.

Jonah pulled back the covers, crawling into bed with his lover. He pulled her on top of him, making sure she was comfortable. His hand yet again found its way to the small of her back, gently rubbing it as Y/n drifted off to sleep.

Soon, Jonah's eyes grew heavy and a lazy smile found its way to his face. All of a sudden, he was out like a light. The only thing being heard in the room was the soft snores of the beautiful couple, a fan softly running, and white noise. Jonah was happy he found Y/n when he did. He had her in his arms, he couldn't be anymore happy.

He saved her when she was giving up.

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a/n:
brb crying from this one.
even though i couldn't tell if it was good, i hope you enjoyed. this one means a lot to me<3