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Sweets Imagine

SWEETS IMAGINE FROM BONES
FOR livilind
WARNING!: Your character has depression, self harm, bullying
A/N: Okay before I start, I just want to say that YOU. ARE. BEAUTIFUL! Okay? This is Emma and I have struggled with depression since I was eight, I would look in the mirror and not like what I see, I would hurt myself if I did anything wrong, and I don't want that to happen to you! You are amazing! Okay? Okay. Your eyes, ugh... those eyes, I could get lost in them, and ERMAHGERSH how are you skinny? And your body... oh... don't get me started on your body. Don't try to point out your flaws, because you don't have them. I love you guys, and it makes me so happy when you guys comment and vote because I know you like my stories. Also, I would really like to interact with you guys more. And if you are ever feeling down, don't be afraid to PM me? Alright? Thank you! Now onto the imagine!

You were in your apartment, looking at yourself in the mirror. You looked your body up and down, pointing out the flaws as you went.
Ugly
Fat
Zitface
Your eyes are to dull
Ew, who would ever love you?
You jumped when you heard the doorbell ring. Hmmm.... that's odd, you weren't expecting company. You looked through the peephole and bit your lip to hold back a groan. Sweets had wanted to talk to you about something... and just your luck, he brought Daisy with him. Daisy bullied you daily and always rubbed it in your face that she had a fiance, and a good body, and perfect face, and clear skin, and that guys were drooling over her, and that she was just better you in every way.
You put on a fake smile and unlatched the door, opening the door wider to let them in. "Hey guys! I totally forgot you were coming! Come in!" You pretended to be nice.
"Lance, baby, why are we here? In her apartment?" Daisy looked at you with a look of disgust on her face. Sweets almost rolled his eyes.
"Because, I told you I was going out to talk to someone and you insisted that you come along," Sweets informed her, pretending not to notice her attitude towards you. You let them in. Once Daisy was inside she looked at the MCR and FOB albums and tilted her nose up.
"Ugh... you're emo too? I mean I guessed by your looks, but still!" Daisy judged.
"Daisy, be quiet," Sweets told her.
"Whatever, anyways, (Y/N), where is your powder room?" She demanded. You pointed to the door at the end of the hall leading to the bathroom. When the door shut Sweets was about to speak when you heard a screech coming from the bathroom. You gasped, remembering you hadn't cleaned up after you cut earlier. Sweets raised an eyebrow at you and ran to the door, knocking on it.
"Daisy, honey? Are you okay? What happened?" He asked through the door.
"There's blood on the counter top!" Sweets looked to you, before Daisy opened the door.
Sweets POV
I walked into the bathroom and saw blood on the counter top, like Daisy said, but also I saw a razor right next to the sink. I immediately knew what (Y/N) did to herself. I rushed out of the bathroom, and grabbed (Y/N)'s shoulders. "Let me see your wrists," I demanded. She shook her head, beautiful eyes glistening with tears. "Show me your wrists!" I demanded more forcefully. She jumped, and rolled up her sleeves. I gasped at how many cuts there were. Some were old, some were recent, and some were so old they were just jagged bumps on her smooth skin.
"First off, how long? Second, why?" I asked, my voice almost cracking.
"First off," she said, tears already pouring down her cheeks. "8 years, second, I get bullied, no one could ever love, I'm hideous, fat, and even my best friend thinks that the people who bully me are better, how could I not be depressed?" She sighed, pulling her arms away from my grasp. Just then I heard Daisy's heels click on the floor behind me.
"First off, who cares Ms. Sobs-a-lot?" Daisy sneered. "Second of all, no duh, obviously, you practically scream slut," Now that sent me over the edge.
"You know what Daisy? You can shut up! None of those things are true except her getting bullied! And you wanna know how those things aren't true? I love her, she's beautiful, fit, and her best friend worships her, how she can't see that is beyond me, but you know what? You! You're a fucking bitch! You spit on people hoping that they will worship you! Now give me the ring back," I said at the end of my rant. She looked shocked, but rolled her eyes. She took off her ring and threw it in the air.
I lunged to catch it because at its current course it was going in the vent, but I missed and it fell right into (Y/N)'s hand. She gave it to me, and told Daisy to get out. Daisy just huffed and stormed out the door, and I pulled the girl I just realized I loved into a kiss.
When we parted a little for air,she mumbled against my lips,"Sweets?"
"You can call me Lance if you want," I told her.
"I love you too, Lance," my face broke out into a grin and I pulled her into a another kiss.