Kyle David Hall Imagine

Jelous Fans

Warning: This chapter contains seines with self harm in it and is a very sad chapter but it's an idea that I had and it does get a lot better. But if you don't like to read about stuff like this then you don't have to :)
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You sat in your room listening to music while doing your homework. You heard your phone beep. You thought it was a text message until it wouldn't stop beeping over and over again. There were so many twitter notifications that just wouldn't stop coming. Unfortunately, those notifications were towards you and they weren't very nice. They were something along the lines of:

"You don't deserve Kyle."

"Wtf you're not even pretty."

"Ugly."

They just kept coming and coming. This felt very overwhelming. You didn't know what to do. So you put your phone on your bed and sat on the floor. Thinking about what they all said. Sadly, believing every word they said. Kyle is amazing. But you kept thinking that you were nothing. Just like they said, you didn't deserve him. You started crying. Rocking back and forth holding your knees to your chest. All the words they've said, all the hurt they gave you. It was too much.

You've had a history of depression before. And self harm was a huge issue. But Kyle was the one who stopped it. He doesn't even know that you used to self harm, and right now it was the only option to get rid of the pain.

So you did. You picked up the razor and made four little lines on your wrist. You cleaned off the razor and wrist and then put on a hoodie, walking back to your room and sobbing some more.

Then, you heard another notification. Though it was not the viscous, jealous fans. It was a text message from Kyle.

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I'm so sorry this chapter is like really sad and depressing. But I have this idea that will make everything better. If you're reading this little authors note, I promise the story will get better :P