Imagine - Matt and Chris Sturniolo

hate - Matt

TW // P!lls, Su!c!d3 talk, tears

Also Matt has Asthma in this one!!

Read if you are good at containing tears!

Y/N POV

The hate has really been getting to me.

"Go KYS Y/n."

"When is Matt gonna dump her already"

"She's trash."

When will this hate train leave my stop.

When can I leave this world and see the people I miss the most?

"Their right! Matt doesn't deserve me! He deserves some girl with a better sense of fashion less pimples on her face! One who isn't a klutz! One who isn't a total clingy person! Like.. me" I say pacing around my room. I had surgery on my back a few weeks ago, I had to take pills. I don't take them anymore obviously. But..there's still..some left.. that's how I will see my people who have left me! I take the pills one by one until I'm on my 3rd Matt walks in. "Y/N? What are you doing? A-Are those your back pills? You don't need those anymore. "I'm leaving Matt." I say tear up about to take my 3rd pill as Matt slaps my face making me drop all of them. "MATT!" I say yelling as i trip stepping back because of the force of his slap hitting across my face. " IM SORRY Y/N! BUT I WONT LET YOU KILL YOUSELF!" He says sobbing as his knees bend and he falls to the floor and he breathes heavily heavier every second the clock ticks. "M-Matt.. are you okay??" I say bending down to the height he's at. "I-I I can't b-breathe y-y/n.." he says breathing as heavily as any person can on the mother natures earth. "Your having a panic attack Matt, i-I'm okay. You just need to breathe for me!" I say Matt breathes in and out and I can see how tired he is, poor him. I should never have done this. "Matt, I know your tired come here." I say and he lays on my chest and falls asleep on me.