I walk into the room. and lock the door. even before I sit down, tears begin to stream down my cheeks. Down my neck. I can physically feel my depression. its like a brick laying on my chest, right above my heart. I question myself. Weather or not the blade is worth this. I loose control over my feelings and grab my blade. it goes across my wrist. it hurts. "I deserve it" I whisper to myself.
Finaly grasping the tiniest bit of calmness, I call my boyfriend austin.
"Hey babe, what's up?"
"um, can you come over?"
He can tell that you've been crying.
"I'll be right over"
You continue crying, and give yourself one more cut before he gets there. he pushes the door open, and runs to give you a hug. when he backs away, he grabs your hand, only to see your wrist. He himself almost cries. This makes you ashamed of what you did, and you cry even more.
"Hey, hey. It's ok. I understand. Babe, please don't cry. everything will be ok."
He kisses your forhead and gives you a hug.
"ok babe, lets lay down, you need some sleep."
You just nod and lay down. he raps his arms around you.
"Shut the door, turn the lights off..." he sings "moments" until you fall asleep.
YOU ARE READING
austin mahone imagines
Roman d'amourThis is a book with all different long and short a imagines in it. It is the first i have ever made. I update when i want and have time. If you want me to i can make personal one too.
