Requested by Vickey-Sue
*Reader's name is Vickey btw*
Warning!:
*Depression and suicidal talks/attempts warning*

Ok, I have to explain something before you read. So this is a slight au where Freddie Mercury didn't die in 1991 but in 1997, Because Vicky/the reader is his faughter. This is so that the reader/Vickey is the same age as Ryan.

Just go with it :)

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(Vickey's POV)

I sat in the living room with my knees pulled to my chest. I had just read some reviews of my latest single. It was fourth song released this year. Like my dad, I was a singer. I wasn't as famous but that didn't bother me. What hurt was the hate I got. What made it worse was, the hate came from people who were jealous and hated my guts without any reason. I saw their comments on all four of the songs I had released.

Thier hate reminded me of my schools days. Kids and teachers hated me too. They treated me badly.

"Nothing's changed." I said. "People still hate me."

"Not everyone." "I" replied.

"But most people." I argued. "It's just like school."

Hate. Is that really all some people felt for me? More memories from school came flooding back. My struggle with anxiety, borderline and bipolar disorder didn't help then and they sure aren't helping now.

(Ryan's POV)

I could hear Vickey talking with someone and walked into the living room, expecting her to be with someone but instead I found her by herself.

"It's just like school." She said in a hushed voice. "People are just gonna start treating me badly again. Just like the teachers and other kids did."

I was surprised to hear her talking about her past. She didn't talk very much about it. I barely knew anything.

"You can't change everyone's minds." She Continued. "Or their words and actions."

Was she talking to herself? How long has she done this?

She didn't notice me walk in and frankly I didn't want to bother her. I decided to check on her later and left.

(Vickey's POV)
I sat alone in the basement. All I wanted to do was cry. The hate was beginning to be too much. I couldn't do it any more. I just couldn't take it. I wished that my dad was still here. He had always been my biggest supporter. Everything was so much harder without him.

I was alone now...with a rope around my neck.

(Ryan's POV)
When I went to check on Vickey, she wasn't in the living room. I walked around the house, calling out for her but she wasn't responding. I was starting to get a little worried. The last place I had yet to check was her room. I jogged up the stairs and opened the door to her room. Her room was empty and wasn't as kept as it normally looked. I gazed around the room and I noted something on the floor. I reached down to pick it up. It was a razor blade with dried blood on it.

Was Vickey cutting? I knew she wasn't alright but I didn't she hadm herself. A sudden panic rose in my chest. I still hadn't found her. I ran around the house one more time and realized one more place I forgot to check. The basement. I ran downstairs and flung the basement door openz

And without hesitation, I ran in and yanked the rope off of her neck.

I sat down on the floor and pulled Vickey into my arms. I made it in time. I knew about her struggles but I never imagined she would try to do something like this. I could feel her shaking.

"Why?" That was all I could say.

"I can't take it anymore." Vickey sobbed into my chest.

I gently lifted her head by her chin. "Don't listen to those people. You have so many more people who love you and support you wholeheartedly. You have me. You have Jim, Brian, Roger and John too. We all love you and support you."

(Vickey's POV; agian)

I starred back at Ryan and wiped my tears away. I had always gone to my dad for support and comfort that when he died, I completely forgot I have other people who care for me just as much as he did.

"I wanna help you." Ryan said, softly. "Please let me help you. In anyway I can. I just don't wanna loose you. I love you so much."

I smiled gently and snuggled against his chest. "I love you too."

Once we had both calmed down, we called my dad's partner Jim and his old band mates Brian, Roger and John. I told them everything and like Ryan, they wanted to help me in whatever we they could. I had never been more thankful for haveing them in my life.

And thanks to them, my world started looking brighter.