**You had enough. You had been kidnapped by your own boyfriend, Peter. Your leg had been cut off and he'd been drugging you. You felt sick, you wanted to end it all at this point.

You saw him freeze as he took in the sight, his expression dropping and now replaced with a terrified look.

"(Y/N)....P-Put that down." A slight smile appeared on his lips as he slowly tried to get near.

Even with just a single step he took, you neared the blade on your neck, the ridges of it gently touching the skin. One swipe and it was over.

"Don't come any closer. I swear i will not hesistate to slit my own throat clean."

He did as you told him to and stopped himself from getting any closer, afraid that you might...no you would take your own life if that's what it would take to get out of this hellhole

"Please...darling..You don't have to do this."

He pleaded, the fear in his eyes intensifying as tears started to form in it. He looked scared shitless. That's when you knew that he knew he couldn't do anything.

"W-what do you want..? You want crutches, I'll get you crutches..! We could go outside and-"

"We?" you cut him off, a sympathetic look in your eyes as you scoffed at him. He didn't just think you'd stay with him after this, right?

"Who's we, Peter?" you reluctantly asked, slight sarcasm in your tone while you held the knife deeper into your skin, a few cuts already forming as you winced from the stinging sensation.

"...What?" "You want to...to leave me!? No!"

With that, he snapped. Tears already running down his cheeks while he got into his knees, pleading like he depended on it, which he did.

"I'll do anything! D-don't leave me! Don't even think about leaving me..! I'll let you go outside, I'll buy you crutches, I'll let you be mad at me just- PLEASE!"