ONESHOT TIME OH FUCK YES. Yes... I'm starting another like I did with Paramour and Saving Lives Since 1995. So um, it's full of Lacey (My OC) and Rodrick shit. So, hope you enjoy and review please~

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My hands clasped around the bottle as I swallowed in anticipation. Sunday, bloody damn Sunday. I thought as I sat on the toilet seat. I popped the bottle open, the cap flying into the wall and crashing with a loud smack. I grunted uneasily. That'll be me in five minutes. The pain had killed me inside, it left me so broken. The pills invited me in after my mother's passing. It all happened so quick; the blink of an eye could have missed it. She died in a car accident, a drunken driver hit her. The tears rushed back to my eyes, stinging me terribly.

"IT SHOULD HAVE BEEN ME!" I snarled, tears flowing freely from my cheeks as I slammed the bottle on the floor, the pills rolling out one by one. "It should have been me." I whimpered, going onto the ground, grabbing the pills and shoving them into the bottle. I never came to truly accept her death ever since it occurred, for I obsessed about the topic for as long as it happened. The sobs coming out of me were soft and tasted like salt. I cried a little more and took out a handful in pills.

"I just don't want this anymore." I moaned. "I just want her back, even thought she isn't coming back..." my pill full hand formed into a fist as I was about to down this handful. As soon as I let two fall, the bathroom door opened and I sat in complete fear. Standing there in the door frame was Rodrick, in complete shock as I swallowed the pills in my mouth and grabbed the cup of water and drank some. He said nothing and collapsed onto me, hugging over me on the floor. I looked up at him, the complete worry in his eyes made me feel so selfish and inconsiderate. I realized that if I killed myself, the loved ones around me would also die a little inside, my friends, family and especially Rodrick.

"Please stop it, Lacey." he whispered to me, his hold on me tight. "Please, don't let me lose you."

And then I cried. I cried into his arms, the taste of salt and blood was in my mouth as I pitied my frivolous mistakes. I realized what would happen if this deliberate self suicide was to be successful. I'd take the life and happiness of everyone who cares. I buried my face into him and cried.

"I'm so sorry." I choked out, my body racking. He soothed me by rubbing my back and cooing a soft, 'shh' sound in my ear. I sniffled a little more and pulled my head out to look at him, his eyes red and his eyeliner running. He had been crying as well. I reached out to touch his face as a new wave of tears drained from my cheeks. I just made someone who cares for me cry. I rubbed away the stream of black from his cheeks as I cried more, my eyeliner running as well, my tears now black.

"I'm so sorry Rodrick." I told him and wiped my face of the access stream of eyeliner. He nodded.

"Please Lacey, don't hurt yourself. Because when you do, you hurt me."

"I don't want to hurt you." I whispered to him.

"And I don't want you to hurt yourself." he wrapped his arms around my waist and trailed his hand to mine; the one holding to bottle of pills. He gently pried it out of my hands and I let him, looking down at the bathroom floor. He took the bottle of pills and opened up the garbage can, tossing them in and shutting the lid.

"You can seek solace without using those things." He whispered in my ear and I hugged him again, a small, dainty smile on my face.

"I have you." I told him weakly. For the first time he smiled today.

"Yes, Lacey, you have me."

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First oneshot of this pairing, DONE! 8D So I decided to work on my sorrowful, angst approach to stories to see if I'm a little rusty with it. Please guys, review and tell me what you think, I really wanna know. So thank you for reading and hope you liked it.