“Outside food!” Andy cheered loudly with a smile. Soon, the other three guys came into the room, holding subway bags. Why would you have tried to kill yourself over it? You shook your head no and suggested that something bad must’ve surfaced when you were drunk. He would beat himself up about it too much. You remembered feeling neglected and tired of your boyfriend being gone nine months out of the year. You had been feeling lost and alone, needing your boys while they were on tour. There was still lingering depression and insomnia since you had stopped taking your medication, especially over the last several weeks. You had an incredible boyfriend and many amazing friends- among which were the five boys you loved most in the world. You still had your rough memories but your life was good at the moment. I mean you don’t have to talk about it just yet if you don’t want to but do you remember… why you did it?” You took an insane amount of sleeping pills and slashed your wrists open… it was ugly. “You really don’t remember anything, do you?” Ashley asked. They had just gotten home on the night of your attempt. The days were cloudy and grey in wintery California without your five best friends to help you out. While they were on tour, though, things had gotten a lonely.

They all knew you had a bad history with self harm and suicide attempts, but they thought you were better- you thought you were better.

They were your best friends and nothing could ever change that. You were extremely close with the whole band. You’d been together for a year and a half and before that, the two of you had been best friends for many years. You weren’t sure if you were thanking Ashley for the sentiment or CC for saving you, but you felt like it needed to be said.ĬC was your boyfriend. We had all just flown in but when we got the call, we were down here immediately.” At three in the morning, lying bloody in your bathroom. CC was crying Ash looked down into his lap. “I’m so glad you’re okay,” Ashley reached into your bed and held your cold hand. They said there was a possibility you wouldn’t wake up.” They had no idea how long you had been laying there before you were found. “They weren’t sure if they made it in time. “They pumped your stomach and patched you up but…”Īshley sighed and took over when CC started to choke up. “Last night?” You reached up to rub your aching head. “You um…” Ashley took a few steps forward to sit in a chair beside your bed and set down his cup on the small bedside table. “What happened?” You asked, your voice gravely and rough.

“You’re awake,” CC whispered in amazement.

You heard a familiar voice speak your name and you turned in the direction of the doorway to see Ashley and CC standing there with white Starbucks cups. It was cold and refreshing and instantly relieving. You reached for it and ripped the plastic off savagely before gulping it all down as fast as possible. You scooted over onto your side a little and saw a dixie cup on a bedside tray, the brim covered in plastic wrap. In the corner, folded on a chair, you saw a black pile of leather that resembled Andy’s jacket. You blinked a few more times before things came into focus and you saw the all too familiar sight of a white, sterile hospital room. White bandages snaked up your forearm, from your wrist to your elbow, and an IV was placed carefully into your upper arm. There was an intense ache in the back of your head and in your arms, and your throat was painfully dry. You blinked a couple times and opened your eyes to the fuzzy, bright world. Okay so this story that I wrote kinda fits all of these requests, so if one of these is yours, here you go! (If I wrote them all individually, it would’ve been really redundant and time consuming, please understand and don’t hate me)

Christian coma x reader about self harm