2p!Eng+2p!Ame+2p!Spain x Reader Bullet Chap.1

Bullet Chapter 1:

Author’s Note:

“My legs are dangling off the edge, The bottom of the bottle is my only friend, I think I slit my wrists again, And I’m gone, gone, gone, gone.”

            A girl with (h/l) (h/c) hair held out her phone and started a new message to her best friends Oliver Kirkland, Allen Jones, and Fernandez Carrideo. The message was blank as she sat in her room. She was a college freshman now but lived at home still, which was unknown to the three of them. Her father was a drunkard who would beat her each day after she came home from classes and again when she came home from work. She was paying for the apartment and everything in it. Her dad would beat her for her money so he could go out drinking with his friends. This poor girl was none other than (y/n), a girl with big (e/c) eyes and a smile that was always so contagious.

            (Y/n) sighed and began to type a text to the three of them. “Hey guys,” it read, “Sorry I haven’t been returning your calls or texts. I have been busy with school and work. It’s like the college life is taking up all of my time. I was just wondering if you losers are doing anything tomorrow? I don’t have work or school then and was hoping to hang out with you like we did in the summer. I got some booze. So bring your sleeping bags and meet me on the roof of my old apartment.” She pressed send and sighed reluctantly at herself for lying to her friends about the apartment being no longer where she lives but she knows that all three of them would make her move out and move in with them.

            She got off of her bed placing her phone in her pocket. She put on her (f/c) zip up hoodie and left the apartment quietly and darted up the stair to the roof. She sat on the edge of the roof, letting her feet dangle over the busy city streets below. (Y/n) then rolled up her left sleeve squeezing her phone in her left hand. She then took out her Swiss army knife and added a new cut to the four she already had on her arm. She placed the knife carefully behind her and put her phone in her other hand. She watched the red liquid ooze from the deep cut in her (s/c) skin. She didn’t bother to bandage it and just as soon as she relaxed tears started swelling in her eyes as her phone buzzed continuously.

“My legs are dangling off the edge, A stomach full of pills didn’t work again, I put a bullet in my head, And I’m gone, gone, gone, gone.”

            (Y/n) opened the group text message to see that all three of them had responded.

            Oliver: “Of course poppet! I always have time for you! I will bring over some yummy cupcakes! Chocolate is still your favorite, right?”

            Fernandez: “Si Senorita. That sound moui bueno. I’ll bring a stereo and some music.”

            Allen: “I’ll be there doll face. But doesn’t anyone else wonder why we are meet on the roof of her OLD apartment?”

            A part of her felt that Allen was on to her and she then placed her phone on the ground and cut her right wrist right over the first scar to watch the blood and deepen the cut. Three scars on her right and now five on her left. She typed with her left hand only so she could let the blood ooze out for a bit. “Can’t wait to see you guys there! And Ally Cat!!!! It’s for memories sake! You three would always sneak on the roof to meet me whenever I had a problem and stayed there all night! I wanna commemorate our friendship and shit!” She typed and pressed send. She then walked to the other side of the roof where she stopped, opening the box with her name on it and got out all of her different depression meds and then looked at her arms at the same time.

            “Well this shows how much they worked out for me… What’s the point of taking these if they don’t even work!” She mumbled picking up the three bottles. She walked back to the edge and threw them over it. She went back to the box and took out her mother’s old pistol. (Y/n) checked to see if it was loaded and took off the safety confirming it. She then cocked it and placed it on her head but her phone went off, keeping her from pulling the trigger. She placed the safety back on and put it back in the box. She closed the box before walking back to the other side of the roof to look at her phone.

            Fernandez: “El stupido! Even I knew that!”

            Oliver: “(y/n)! When I see you tomorrow you have to put money in the swear jar. Allen, poppet, why are you so skeptical? (Y/n) probably just misses us. It has been a while.”

            Allen: “I was just wondering because (nickname) hasn’t responded or hung out with us in a while. I just wanted to make sure everything was alright. Everything is alright right (nickname)?”

            She loved it when Allen called her by her nickname. Allen made up that nickname for her and she couldn’t help but smile every time. She didn't know why Allen was usually the only one who used the nickname when she loved it but she just let it go and began to think of all the crazy shit that the four of them would get into. How Oliver would always clean up after them and get rid of any tracks or traces of them that you, Allen, and Fernandez left behind. How you and Fernandez would always make snide comments when the popular kids in high school would try to pick on the two of you. And how you and Allen would always tag team when either you or him started fights at school. (Y/n) couldn't help but giggle at these memories and with that she went back inside and allowed sleep to claim her, and for once in a very long time, with a smile and now tears.

“Gone too far, Yeah I’m gone again, It’s gone on too long tell you how it ends, I’m sitting on the edge with my two best friends, One’s a bottle of pills and one’s a bottle of gin.”

            The next day (y/n) was leaning against the wall on the roof by her box. She held the bottle of gin in her hand out of the many bottles she had along with a new bottle of heShe was waiting for her friends to show up when it dawned on her that she never really responded to Allen’s text.

            “I bet he isn’t too worried…” she thought. She put a pill in her mouth and put the bottle of gin to her mouth when what she thought was just proven wrong as she felt the bottle of gin smacked out of her hand.

            “What the hell are you doing doll?” Allen growled.

“I’m 20 stories up, yeah I’m up at the top, I’ll polish off this bottle and now it’s pushing me off, Asphalt to me has never looked so soft, Bet my mama found my letter and now she’s calling the cops,”

            She spit out her pill and stood up glaring at him, clearly angry with Allen. (Y/n) got up and into his face.

            “What the hell do you think you’re doing Ally Cat?” She snarled back. Allen was too shocked to answer this as Oliver and Fernandez showed up as she snarled at Allen.

            “Well chica what hasn’t Allen done?” Fernandez joked. Oliver took the time to read the atmosphere as (Y/n) didn’t take her glare off of Allen. Oliver noticed that Allen had an angry and saddened look on his face and then took note of the pill bottle and the now shattered bottle of gin on the floor.

            “Poppet?” Oliver swallowed hard, “What were you doing before we got here?” Even though it was the middle of summer the roof suddenly felt freezing to everyone. (Y/n) backed away and picked up the tiny bottle of whiskey, not bothering to take a pill, and chugged it all. Her three friends watched as she finished the first bottle. She then chucked it to the other side of the roof listening to it shatter. She then laughed and got up on the ledge of the roof.

            “What was I doing *hic* you ask?” she laughed, “I was *hic* just tryings to takesh my meds. But Alwy Cat deshtroyed the bottllllle of gins I wash taking it with.” She giggled as she carefully and wobbly walked on the ledge. Allen began to tremble but watched (Y/n) in fear. He slowly walked up to her but dare not touch her in case she would jump.

            “Chica,” a dark aura surrounded Fernandez as he spoke, “Get down from that ledge. Now.” He was very demanding. But (Y/n) stayed unfazed. In fact, she laughed at his demand is if he were joking. Oliver kept looking back and forth from his three friends when a slight wind blew a piece of paper into his face. He read it noticing it was a suicide letter to the three of them.

            “I sees yoush found my wetter.” (Y/n) sounded like a little kid. Letting the three of them know that she was flat out drunk. She looked down at the busy streets and sidewalk below. “Asphalt looksh sho soft froms up here.” She stared kindly at the ground below.

            “Chica… We are 20 stories up… If you jump you’ll die.” Oliver didn’t say anything but swore he saw a tear roll down Fernandez’s face. “Get down from that ledge porfavor. Senorita please.” (Y/n) turned her back to them. Allen stood ready to grab her if she jumped as she sighed and giggled again.

            “That’s the plan.” She said as she readied herself to jump.
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Well I'm quite proud of this cliffhanger that I left here for ya! Will you jump, will you stay there, or will you listen to Fernandez? When you choose I will leave the links to either jump, to stay there, or to get down and the story will continue from there depending on this choice that you make. Just in case you don't know which 2p is which I will post the link to the journal I posted with the names of the 2p's. It's official from what I gathered from my information. I hope you like the story and cannot wait to read your critiques. Love you all! Oh! And just an fyi, I am having a writer's block for my story A Scary Change so this was a good way to take a break.