Nash Grier; Words Hurt
Nash really doesn’t deserve the hate and awful things that people say to him everyday. Nobody deserves it. We all mess up in life because we’re all human. He’s apologized and there’s nothing more he can do, people need to accept his apology and move on.
It’s really sad and if you wanna cry or something I usually listen to Say Something by A Great Big World to make myself more emotional as I read lol ALSSOO idk if everything in the story happens accuratley, I just wrote it for the story.
I sat on the ledge of the balcony with puffy eyes and continued to run all the hurtful things people have said to me through my mind.
‘you’re a homophobic asshole’
‘you don’t deserve to live’
'i hope you cut’
'you’re not even attractive’
'more like Trash grier’
'kill youself you worthless shit’
The pain in my chest grew and I stood up trying to catch my breath, realizing that I had started to cry again.
Why not give them what they want? Nobody cares about me. They only care about Cameron. Why would it matter if I just ended it here? I’m only taking up space in this world.
I looked down at the sidewalk. The fall was pretty far, I probably wouldn’t feel it if I tried to jump. I inahaled and closed my eyes.
'This is it.’ I thought to myself. I started slowly lifting my foot when the door behind me slid open.
“N-nash stop! Don’t do it man, Get down! Stop!” I recongnized Cameron’s voice.
I turned around to face him and he ran towards me, holding his hands up shakily.
“I’ve been here. I know how you’re feeling right now, and I promise it’ll get better.You don’t want to do this.” He pleaded.
“I’m calling (y/n).” His voice came out shakily as he reached into the pocket of his sweats.
His eyes didn’t leave me as he unlocked his phone and held it to his ear.
I jumped down and tried taking the phone from him, but it didn’t work.
“Don’t call her! She doesn’t need to see me this way!” I protested.
“She’s your best friend! She was your best friend before I was!” He shot back. I shoved past him angrily towards the apartment and locked myself in my bedroom.
Best friend. There’s another reason I should just end it. The only girl I’ve ever loved will never love me the same way. Why would she though?
I’m a worthless piece of shit, right?
Cameron followed behind, and began pounding his fists against the wood. I ignored him and opened the top drawyer of my dresser, grasping a bottle of pills in my hand.
I popped the lid off and without thinking, I threw my head back before downing the bottle of Benadryl. I could still hear Cameron shouting at me, but a couple minutes passed and I had fallen to my knees.
I began feeling dizzy and I fell flat on my back. A bright white light began pulling me in when I heard an angelic voice shouting my name.
It was (y/n).
I rushed to Nash’s and Cameron’s apartment, thank God I was just down the hall from them.
I busted through their door not bothering to knock, finding Cameron endlessly pounding on Nash’s door with tear stained cheeks.
I began to panic and did the first thing that came to my mind. I picked up a tall chair from the kitchen and rushed towards Nash’s room.
“Move!” I demanded, pushing Cameron out of the way. I pounded the chair against the door three times before successfully knocking it open.
My heart stopped when my eyes found Nash lying in the middle of the floor, a half empty bottle of benadryl in his hand.
“No, no! Nash! What have you done! Call 911 now! I shrieked, rushing to Nash’s side and falling to my knees.
I held his head in my lap and began stroking his face.
"Nash, Nash please don’t leave me. You’re worth so much, you really are. Especially to me. I need you, I- i love you! I love you Nash!” I sobbed uncontrollably. I pulled him closer and rested my head on his chest. The paramedics came rushing into the room.
Cameron and I followed the ambulance to the hospital, but we were ordered to wait in the waiting room while the doctor checked him.
After an hour and a half of waiting, the doctor came into the room. Cameron and I rose to our feet quickly and rushed towards him.
“W-well? How is he?” Cameron stuttered.
“He’s suffering anaphylatic shock. He may not make it, and I’m sorry there’s nothing more we can do.” The doctor explained softly. I felt sick and my lip began to tremble.
“You’re welcome to go in and say your goodbyes.” He continued.
I rushed past him and into Nash’s room. He lie there peacefully with an IV attatached to him and a heart monitor beeping steadily.
I sat down next to his bed, and slid his hand in mine.
“(y/n)?” He barely whispered, his eyes still closed. I nodded and began to cry again.
“I’m here. I’m here.” I whispered back. “Cameron is here too."
"Did you mean it?” He asked breathlessly.
“When you said you loved me?”
I looked at Cameron and he gave me a small smile.
I slowly nodded my head and looked at Nash, locking our fingers together.
“Yeah, I did. And I still do. I love you."
I kissed his cheek and a small smlie appeared across his face. His blue eyes opened and starred into mine.
"And I love you.” He said quietly.
“And I love the both of you.” Cameron chimed in, bringing all three of us into a group hug.
“I’m sorry that I’m leaving you guys. I’m sorry that the hate got to me..” He whispered.
I shook my head, trying hard to hold myself together.
“I’m gonna miss you, bud.” Cameron said, his voice cracking.
“I love you guys. P-please, never do what I’ve done.” He shook his head, a tear rolling down his cheek.
He closed his eyes again, and the heart monitor made a flat tone. A great pain formed in my chest, and I fell into Cameron who was crying as hard as I was.
Words; hurtful words. A million of them attacked my best friend and pushed him to not wanting to live any longer. People were so creul to him that he didn’t want to go on.
I lost my best friend to a bunch of ignorant asshole’s comments.
I lost the only boy I’ve ever loved.