AN: This story has an unnamed OC. He's friends with Santana and Puck, this is kind of his POV.
"That day, I promise you, it felt like it was the end of the world. But you know what? It wasn't." Mr.Schue continued with his speech and you just sat there, listening to him talk about that day. You ran your fingers through your hair and met his eyes.
"I've tried", you said suddenly, "a couple times actually." Everyone looked up at you in shock and you chuckled nervously.
"Is that true?" Kurt asked and you met his gaze, worry yet exhaustion was all you could see.
"Uh, yeah. I- I- I don't really know how to t-talk about it, yknow? It's always been a pretty big part of my life, the thoughts I mean. But uhm- uh- freshman year I tried for the first time. An overdose." you refused to look up from your hands as you spoke, voice cracking at the last word. "I don't remember much, I was put on suicide watch for a little while but that was pretty much all."
"That's like- Intense, bro." Puck said with a reassuring hand on your shoulder. "I just remember the summer between junior and senior year." You blushed at that and chewed on your bottom lip.
"Yeah, that was the fourth time" you chuckled again. "After the OD everything was fine for like two months, but then I tried again. I was put in a fucking psych ward this time. Nobody even noticed I was gone for 3 months." I looked up at Puck and pleaded with my eyes that he'd just take over from here, and he did.
"Yeah, so the summer. Pretty scary tbh. Like, he almost died. I found him on his bathroom floor, it looked like someone fucking murdered him." the mohawked boy's voice trembled and his eyes were glazed. "Had to drive him to the hospital on my motorcycle, dude."
"Fucking psycho, bro." Santana replied with a half-hearted smile and a fist bump. "Met Mr. Fucking crazy over here in the psych ward, told him to transfer here. No incident since." the Latina grinned then pulled her friend into a tight hug.
"Wait, why were you in the psychiatric ward?" Berry asked, brows furrowed and frowning in confusion.
"Oh! 'Tana's body didn't like when she ate food anymore, so her mom wanted her to get better." A tall dancer replied, then took the Latina's hand in hers.
"Anorexic?" Kurt asked in an attempt to fill the gaps in what the blonde had said about her girlfriend. "That actually makes sense."
"The crazy bitch almost got herself killed!" You replied with a playful grin and a punch on the raven haired girl's arm.
"Says you, Mr. I try to kill myself every three months."
"Okay guys, settle down." the curly haired teacher replied with a frown. "Now, there's been a lot of new information to take in and I don't expect you all to be able to process it right away, so how about we settle down and get some Breadstix. My treat."