Jack Barakat Imagines

Missing You

can you do a jack imagine based off 'missing you'? thanks :) x

AN No conversation for this one, even though I could fit it in. Just felt like it didn't need it. Thanks so much for all of your support guys. I was going to post it last night, but I got tired and was afraid I'd make it bad by rushing it. So I woke up earlier than usual and finished it this morning. I'll try my best to write one tonight, and if I can't then I'll do it in the morning. Thank you so much guys, I love you okay? And don't lose your fight xx

Your POV

I was in my room, blasting out whatever music was on my playlist to make me happy. It wasn't working. I felt like I didn't belong, that nothing here could keep me. Nothing here wanted me. Where even was my place in this world? What did I have to offer? Nothing. Not to me.

I guess the only thing that I could stay for was Jack. Jack was my very best friend. I trusted him with everything. He could always make me feel better. But he wasn't here. I needed him and he wasn't here to help me. I felt so alone.

This was my way of trying to medicate myself from this feeling. I hated the way it felt, I hated what it did to me. But there was nothing I could do to stop it. I just had to feel it. I had to. I hated it and everything it did to me, but I had to feel it.

Before I knew it, I had tears down my cheeks, and I began to feel even more worthless. I didn't fit in here, I didn't belong here. What the fuck was I supposed to do? I didn't know what to do.

"Y/N?" I heard Jack's voice call out to me. I forgot that I asked him over today. I glanced over at my phone. Yep, he did text and call a bunch. I didn't say anything and continued to hold myself in the position I was in. I didn't want him to see me like this. He has before, but I still don't want it."Y/N, where are you?"

Again I said nothing. Quiet sobs were struggling to fill my room with noise, but nothing came out. "I'm checking your bedroom."

Jack was going to check where I was and I didn't even have the energy to hide myself. How fucking pathetic is that? I heard his footsteps getting closer, and I cringed even more. I didn't want him to see me like this. I was going to have to bear it.

"Y/N, are you here?" He asked as he opened the door. Still sitting in the middle of my floor with music blasting. I had tried to hurt myself but I couldn't bring myself to do it. I couldn't even fucking hurt myself.

Jack let out a little gasp when he saw the mess I was. He rushed by my side and started checking all over for any sign of wounds. "I'm fine, Jack, I'm fine," I told him, but he still wanted to make sure.

"I just need to make sure, love," he whispered to me. "I can help I promise."

My heart shivered when I heard Jack call me love. He only called me that back when we dated for like a week. It was the weirdest experience, but he broke it off because apparently I didn't feel right. I still had feelings for him, but I didn't let it get in the way of our friendship.

"I'm going to help you, okay? We can get through this. I know how much this hurts." He brought me to the bathroom, and turned on the water in the bathtub.

"What are you doing?" I managed to choke out.

"We need to get you cleaned up, you've made a mess again."

"Jack, I didn't hurt myself."

"I don't care, water makes everything feel better. Come on love, let's get you feeling better."

I sighed and complied. My peeled off my shirt and wiggled out of my pants. Jack didn't look my way, and tried to give me some privacy as I stripped down. I didn't want him to leave me, so I asked him if he could stay.