Hey guys! New story!

So first, the title was suggested by fyeahthreesix(Faraway529 on here) Go read her stories and follow her:)

So, this is gonna be a collection of random oneshots and drabbles. There'll be happ ones, sad ones(like this), and angsty ones. Just send me some ideas/songs/prompts on either here or tumblr, if you follow me:) (I prefer songs, but I'll take the other stuff, too.) If it's impossible, I ain't doin it. I'll try my best, though. I'm going to try to update once a week, maybe every few days, depending. It's summer, so I won't be on as much, which makes it harder to type.

So yeah, this is the first one. It's based off of some lines and stuff from "Breathe" by Taylor Swift. Play it while you read. I really didn't intend on going in this direction AT ALL. It was just a spur of the moment. I'm warning now, it talks about death, depression, suicide, cutting and has character death in it.

I'm going to try to do a happier one next.

I DON"T OWN GLEE OR BREATHE

Jeff finally drove away from the funeral home with an emotionless stare.

He hadn't shed a tear during the procession. He wanted to cry, knowing it would make him feel better, but the tears just wouldn't fall. Jeff could feel them burning in the back of his eyes, but they didn't dare fall.

All of the Warblers and most of the town showed up. They had sullen looks on their faces as they gave Jeff their condolences. They all sat quietly through the service, often glancing in Jeff and Nick's family's direction.

As he drove away, he couldn't get his last images of Nick out of his face. He could remember everything so clearly.

It had been a cold January afternoon and Jeff was walking home from the movies. He passed an empty alleyway and heard a familiar groan. Curious, Jeff went to look what was making the noise.

He knelt over the source of the groan, and felt his foot in something sticky. He knelt down and touched his hand to the puddle. He brought his hand up to his phone light and looked at the substance.

Blood.

He shined the phone light over the body in front of him and felt a pang in his stomach.

He found his half-conscious best friend of ten years, boyfriend of two years, Nick, lying in a puddle of blood.

Jeff quickly dialed 911 and grabbed Nick's wrist to check for a pulse.

He found a faint, erratic beat coming from the brunette's wrist. Jeff prayed to every god he could ever think of to save Nick.

Nick began to slightly stir, and Jeff squeezed his hand to let him know he was right there.

"Nick, babe, I'm right here. What happened?" Jeff quickly kissed Nick's forehead.

"'hose b-boys... from... 'chool..." Jeff could tell Nick was missing teeth, because he was having trouble speaking.

"'hey... f-found me on... 'he... 'reet. 'hey beat m-me up, J-jeffy." There were tears falling from both boys eyes. The bullies from Nick's old school had attacked before, but never this violent.

Jeff tried to assess Nick's injuries without moving him too much. He could see that he had been punched pretty hard in the mouth, hit with something in his ribs, and stabbed with some sort of knife, and various other little things. Jeff tried to apply pressure to the wound, but he could tell he had came too late. He could see the life slowly fading away from Nick.

The ambulance finally arrived, and they loaded Nick onto a stretcher. Jeff jumped into the back of the ambulance and held Nick's hand the whole way.

They arrived at the hospital and Jeff's hold on Nick's hand broke. Nick was rushed into surgery immediately.

At 5:17 PM, Nick Duval was pronounced dead.

No one could hide the shock on their faces when they heard about Nick. Their shock grew, if possible, when they found out he was jumped in an alleyway.

Jeff finally arrived home around two in the morning. He set his keys on the table and went straight to his room, not caring if he woke the rest of the house up. It was supposed to be his first day back at school tomorrow, but he didn't even bother trying to go to sleep. He knew his mind was going to be racing all night.

He went over to his bottom desk drawer and pulled out his pocket knife. He quickly made two new cuts on his left wrist.

The cutting had starred a few weeks ago, right around the time Nick was jumped. It had only started as one cut, but it led to more. It had felt so good. The pain helped him numb the pain he was feeling in his chest.

He just covered them up with his sister's foundation. His parents thought he was starting to get better.

He had tried to stop numerous times. But, it just led to more pain in his chest, which led to Jeff attempting suicide. He had tried to overdose a few times, but he failed every time. But he wouldn't tonight.

His parents now kept all the medication in the house locked in the downstairs cabinet.

His parents had taken him to a therapist to talk, but every time he tried, he got choked up. He had yet to shed a tear, though. His parents could see that talking to a therapist just depressed Jeff even more, so they took him to a doctor.

Jeff was diagnosed with severe depression and was immediately put on anti-depressants.

They too were locked downstairs.

His parents gave him one every morning. He never took them. He'd hide them under his tongue until his parents left the room. Once they left, Jeff crushed it up in his napkin and threw it away. The pills made Jeff too happy. He didn't like the way the pills made him feel.

He wasn't ready to be happy again. Nick was his everything. He knew him like the back of his own hand. They were in love, and planned to go to college together in the fall.

Jeff had lost more than his love. He lost his best friend, too.

He tried to remember all the great times he's had with Nick, but they were too hard and too painful to recover. The pills made it even harder to remember.

Jeff felt the tears finally fall as he looked down at the blood running down his arm onto the carpet.

He had completely forgotten to grab a towel to put over his arm before the blood could go onto the carpet.

He really didn't give a fuck anymore. This was his last night, anyway.

Jeff picked the knife back up and made two, long cuts down his veins, letting the blood leave his body.

I'll be there soon, Nick.

Soon, he would finally be with Nick again. Soon, he could finally be happy again. Soon, he could finally breathe again.

Hope you guys enjoyed(Or cried. I cried while writing.)

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