Original Magcon Imagines

Save Me! - Jack Gilinsky (Request)

~Rachel's POV~

I'm about to do something I would either regret or not. I took out different kinds of pills out of the drawer and ran to the bathroom. There's no one at home so no one will know what I'll be doing. I took out my razor from my hiding place. I sit down against the tub and tears stormed out of my eyes.

"Bitch"

I want to reply with "Bitch is a female dog. Dog barks. Barks is a part of trees. Trees are a part of nature and nature is beautiful. So, thank you for the compliment."

"Asshole"

I want to reply with, "You'll never see my asshole because it's prettier than you. You might get jealous."

"You're such a retard"

Though, I wanted to respond with, "I would punched you in the face right now, but that would be animal abuse."

"Slut"

I want to reply with, "Don't worry. I'll be your new auntie/mother soon."

"Looks like you come from a family of elephants"

But I want to reply with "You know there's an advantage of being a part of an elephant family. One is I'm bigger than you. Second, I could sit on you, and you'll be crashed and might die."

But I can't reply those to them. If I did, my daily bullies will get even worse.

I have a best friend, Kia, she knows everything about me except my daily bullies. I didn't want her to know. We hang out a lot and she makes me special but she's in a vacation for 3 weeks with her family today. She wanted me to come but my parents doesn't want me to. And I have two friends, Jack and Nate, but they don't even go to my school, so that's the problem. They live 15 minutes away from here. All of them never felt the way I'm feeling right now. They have never been bullied and never felt depression. Unlike me, I know what depression feels like since I was in grade 3. Everytime they'll visit me, they will asked how I am. I don't tell them the truth though. I can't tell them the whole truth, I don't want them getting worried about me. They have way too many problems of their own, to even mind my own problems.

I placed the razor against my wrist. I dug it against my skin and pushed even deeper, letting the blood flow out of my arms. More tears rolled down my eyes as the heat and the pain increased from my wrist to my forearm. I took the pills and set them on my hands. I spill them on my mouth and swallowed the pills.

I then heard footsteps coming out from downstairs. Sh*t someone's home! I weakly got up and attempted to close the door but I failed. Before I could even reached the door, someone entered my room. The sound of gasps echoed in my room as my feet collapsed to the floor, the rest of my body followed. I felt something wet under me. I slowly looked and noticed it was my blood.

"Why, Rachel?" I heard a familiar voice asked, as they carried me to their lap. "Nate, call 9-1-1."

It's Nate and Jack. But why would they be here? I didn't text or call them or anything today? I don't want them finding out my mental illness. Not like this.

"Rachel, stay with me, please," Jack begged, as he caressed my cheeks, suddenly feeling water drops down to my face. "Please, don't close your eyes."

"Please, hurry up!" I heard Nate yelled on the background. "She have lost a lot of blood."

My eyelids are getting heavier every second that passing by.

"No, no, Rachel, keep your eyes open, please," they both begged in unison.