5sos imagines

Michael 5

Left right left right. I was punching the punching bag as hard as I could over and over until I've got bloody knuckles. it still didn't help. I slumped to the ground put my face in my hands and sobbed. normally I'm a tough person and don't really cry but this has gotten to this point. I wipe my eyes and take a deep breath. I stand up wrap my knuckles grab my gym bag and head home. once inside I lock the door and slide on to the floor and continue sobbing. I put my face in my hands once again and started screaming. "STUPID UGLY IDIOT FATASS BITCH FREAK GARBAGE NEVER GOOD ENOUGH!" I scream out my lungs. Michael came around the corner. Shit I didn't think he'd be home. His eyes met mine and I completely lost it. "Babe whats wrong... you wanna talk?" He asked wrapping his arms around me. I shook my head and walked into our shared room. I buried my head in my pillow sobbing loudly and making inhuman noises. I felt the mattress dip beside me and Michael started rubbing my back. I roll over and look him in the eyes. "All those words I screamed do you think I'm any of those?" I asked. Burying my face in the crook of his neck. "of course not baby." he went to hold one of my hands. I winced. "Baby what did I do?!." He asked shocked. "nothing I beat the shit out of a punching bag and gave my self bloody knuckles and they hurt." I said gesturing to my bandages. Michael helped me up and into the bathroom. he filled the sink with warm water and gently unravelled my tear soaked bandages. Mikey set my hands in the water and gently cleaned off the caked blood reveling peeled knuckles. He patted them dry with a towel and put antibiotic ointment and clean bandages on them. I smiled weakly then yawned. Michael carried me to bed and hummed softly as I feel asleep.