Hello readers!Ok so this is just an idea that popped into my head and I had to write it down. It's very sad, but I really hope you guys enjoy. Please let me know what you thought. It would mean the world to me.
Warnings: Thoughts of suicide, self-harm.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Sam's POV
When I think about him, I cut. It's the only thing that keeps me from ending it all. His face is in my head. Always. I see him everywhere I look. I don't go out. I barely sleep. If I sleep, I see his face. Dean.
Of course, the cuts get deeper. I get closer. And more blood falls. The last thing I want is to stitch my arms, but I know he wouldn't want this. He would want me to keep fighting. How am I supposed to do that without him by side? Dean
I saw him ripped apart. And then he was gone. I held him in my arms for as long as I could, willing him to come back. But it never happened. I took the amulet from around his bloody neck. I can't bring myself to put it on. embarrassed by the pain I am causing to myself, I keep it on the dresser. When I catch a glance of it on my way to get my fill, tears run from my eyes. It almost stops me, but I have to get closer to him. To Dean.
No matter how many times I messed up, he always believed in me. The only person who truly cared about me. And now he's gone, and it's all my fault. Nobody can say any different. It won't matter and I won't listen.
When the alcohol hits my system, everything gets worse. I become lost in my head. Images of him pass through me, making me shiver. I realize I am alone in this world again and I'm slowly falling apart because of it. I can't hold on anymore and I'm scared.
I can almost feel Dean pulling the knife away from my arm. But it isn't him. He's not here anymore. I can't live without him. I can't win this fight without my big brother. My protector. The only thing that kept me alive for so long, is gone.
I am slowly dying and I can't wait to join my brother.
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