Madison Beer Imagines (EDITING)

⚠️ Overwhelmed ⚠️

Word Count: 2044

Info:
Y/n is struggling with mental health problems and feels overwhelmed. Madison begins to notice and comforts her

Triggers- panic attacks and self-harm.

Request by @Kates-Wife hope you enjoy :)

Y/n's POV:

Night falls and yet again I'm sat on the bathroom floor, the door locked and my head in my hands. Salty tears streaming down my cheeks, this is what's normal for me now. Madison lay soundly asleep in our bedroom and here I am struggling in silence, of course none of it is her fault. She is perfect in every way which is why I don't deserve someone like her, she tries her hardest to make me feel special and I pretend like I believe the things she says to me, I really do try but the voices in my head won't let me believe her. They say it in the most convincing way possible that it's hard not to listen, I am pathetic and why would I ever be worthy of her love or anyone's?

I stand up and drag my feet on the floor to the basket under the sink with our toiletries, the broken razor who's blade I have been using for weeks sits there under my face cloth. I take a deep breath and pick it up as if it were my toothbrush, I am meant to use every day. I look up at myself in the mirror, my tear stained cheeks and messy hair. Then I look down at my arms with the many scars from previous nights, I know I shouldn't hide this from Madison, but I can't tell her, I just can't put this on her. The blade glides over the skin of my forearm and I take a sharp breath in, it doesn't hurt as much as it used to, but I still have the feeling of needing to do it. As I finish the first line, I heard the floorboards creak "shit" I whisper.

Madison's POV:

I woke up in the middle of the night to the extractor fan in the bathroom and Y/n not in our bed beside me. Oh well she must have gone to the toilet, I wait a while and she's still not back, I can hear her moving around. That's strange, I get up and make my way to the bathroom, I hear her shuffling about more and then I knock on the door "Y/n? are you okay?" she clears her throat "yeah I'm fine baby go back to bed I won't be long" I raise a questionable eyebrow "are you sure? You've been in there a while darling" I hear her flush the toilet and then open the door "sorry I didn't mean to wake you" I shake my head "it's okay, not gonna wash your hands?" I ask with a giggle "oh yeah, silly me" I lean against the door frame, and she turns to wash her hands in the sink but doesn't roll up her sleeves "baby aren't your sleeves going to get wet?" I say with a laugh, she shakes her head "its fine" I tilt my head in confusion but shrug "okay, you coming back to bed?" she nods "I'll come in a few minutes let me just get a drink from downstairs" I nod with a smile and gently take her waist from behind, she tenses at my touch "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you" she shakes her head relaxing a little and I kiss her cheek before heading back to bed "don't be too long gorgeous, its late."

Y/n's POV:

My heart was racing, what if she knows. No she can't know, you made it so fucking obvious. No I hid it, my mind fought against itself, and I realised I was still stood over the sink, I shook my head and made my way downstairs to the kitchen. As I got a bottle of water from the fridge, I saw my sleeve was becoming red from my open cut "fuck" I run to the sink pulling my sleeve up and putting my arm under the water. The sting caught me by surprise, and I whimper loudly before clasping my hand over my mouth, the water starts to wash some of my blood away, but it just keeps bleeding "fuck, fuck, fuck" I look around for something to wrap my arm and I head to the first aid box finding a bandage, I start to wrap it messily around my arm. I hear Madison walking down the stairs as I grab the tape "no, no, no!" I whisper yell "baby what's wrong?" I throw the tape back in the box and pull my sleeve back down "nothing, I'm fine" I say not turning to face her at the door.