stand by me imagines

please stop c.c

T.w Mentions of sh. And suicide

Your pov

I feel so useless.
Another day has finally passed. With me just doing what I'm told. Walking aimlessly around waiting for another boring instruction or someone insulting me.
About my looks
About my body
About how I can't do anything right

How I domt look like 'little miss pretty princess' how my hair is short and messy. How my eyes aren't big and blue. How my hair isnt long, lushes and blonde. How she's going make MY friend Chris chambers fall in love with her. Even though I like him more and I've liked him for longer.

'Dude what the hell are you thinking?" Another little voice intrupts. 'If they dated people would think they were twins! Incest alert'

'No they would be a dream team! God why can't I be good at something? I've already had a shit day! Failing maths
Dad coming home from his business trip earlier than he said
Tripping over
Forgetting homework
Seeing him with that git was the last straw.'

I hadn't even realised it ( my head too full of endless thoughs) but I had wandered into bathroom. I sat on the floor and stared into space, more thoughts swirling into my mind.

Things people had said to me earlier in the day.

Why can't you do this?
It's simple
Your so ugly
Shut up
No one cares
God go away

Anther though flowed into my mind.

Why don't I just die? No one would care. Would they? Maybe not kill my self. That could go wrong. How would I even do it? Maybe slit my arms and let the blood seep out of my arms and let it stain the lovely warm bath. That would be nice. Leaving this world. Drifting slowly away. Into the dark corners of my dreams.

Should I tell the boys? Say I'm sorry. Say that I tried.

But failed.

Maybe they would understand.

Right?

Oh look there's my razor, maybe that can end my pain. It looks sharp enough. The sliver blade glittering in the sunlight.

I reach up and grasp it in my shaking hands. I remove the blade and hold it in my palm. It's so tiny. So precious. The answer to all my problems.

I gently run it along my forearm. Hesitant.

But then the rage comes. The anger at myself. At my 'friends' for not noticing.

All that rage falls on me like a waterfall. Cascading, crashing, tumbling.

I drag the blade along my forearm. This time stronger and harder. So much so it causes blood to flow. Like a scarlet river. I make another cut. And another. And another.

I can't stop now. Why should I?

Tears cloud my vision. The salt and blood mixing below me.

Suddenly I feel hands grab my shoulders. Their pulling me away from the darkness that I had been lost in.

I hear muffled voices.

It sounds like Chris.

It's probably not

I can't focus.

Who's speaking?

The darkness suddenly crowds my vision.

I fall limp in someone's warm arms.

Remember to request bitches please

Also if you are feeling down talk to someone I'm avaliable if you want.

I am trying to quit sh at the moment. So I can try to help. I am also not trying to romance sh it is a serious problem.