Hollywood Undead X Reader

Johnny 3 Tears X Reader

You were working with your husband Gorge on a song for your band Quire Of Saints. You were a cutter, but he didn't know. Your song was finished, and called 'There Might Be A Girl'(A song me and my band mates wrote). You had lost your best friend Gabriel to suicide(True also... He was like my brother...) and ever sense he's been gone, you've lost a part of you. It was late and Gorge was going to get your favorite horror movie and come back, he just didn't know what you'd try.

When Gorge left you grabbed a locked box from under the bed and took out one of your sharpest blades. Slitting your wrist, thighs, chest, and torso. The cuts got deeper, blood pouring out, your limbs numb. You hadn't heard Gorge walk in the house but the moment he walked in the room he dropped the movie and pulled the blade out of your hand, you hadn't realized you were crying until he wiped your tears away, pulling you into a hug sobbing uncontrollably. "(Y/n)... Stay here I'll grab a towel and clean your cuts... But why..?" You looked up at him only saying two words,"He left..."

When Gorge finished cleaning your cuts, he explained why he didn't want you to do this, and that Gabriel wold to want you to either. Wrapping your cuts, he kissed your cheek. Your kissed him tears falling down your face. "I'm sorry," you mumbled laying next to him and watched the horror movie.