Thomas Sangster imagines

Pain - For Becca // TBS

Thomas Sangster imagine:

Blood rushing down my hand as I make several more cuts into my arm, I only do this because I'm depressed. Because Thomas isn't here. He's filming the maze runner and he's left me all alone in our soundless apartment. He left me; his girlfriend of 2 years here. He's rang, and texted throughout the 5 months that he was gone, but he hasn't come to visit. I don't even know when he is going to visit.

Adrenaline in my veins, I continue. Deeper and deeper into my pale skin. The red liquid rising. Rising. Rising. Then falling. Falling to the ground. Creating splashes of red spit about over the tiled bathroom floor. I fall. Falling. Falling. Fell. I fell and hit my head lightly on the floor. My lower lip trembling. My hands shaking. My blood flowing. To much blood. Too much red. I'm loosing too much.

Then it goes black. The darkness kicks in and I can't see anything. I hear faint screams. Male screams. I get shook. I snap my eyes open, it's blurry. I concentrate on the person screaming, crying and shaking my body around.

"Why? Becca! Please! Come back to me! Becca!" It was Thomas. I shut my eyes again and took a deep breath, slowly and carefully sitting up.

"T-Thomas what are you d-doing here?" I asked my eyes on the crying man who smiles at me.

"Your ok, your ok." He pulled me into a hug, kissing my forehead. "Please don't do that again! Please!" He cried harder into my shoulder,"I thought I lost you. Becca, I thought I lost you."

"I'm sorry." I cried.

"It's ok, just promise me you won't do it again, I love you too much to loose you." He pushed a strand of hair from my wet face.

"I promise." With that he kissed me.