IMAGINES AND PREFERENCES

Jackson Whittemore ⚠️SH

Y/n is Jackson's twin sister
Italics is Y/N's thoughts

Y/n's POV:
One for being a disappointment.
One for being a burden.
One for not being good enough.
I let the blade slide along my arm one last time, before putting it back in my makeup bag and rinsing my arm."Y/n hurry up!!!"the impatience in Jackson's voice was evident.
"Coming!!" I yelled pulling down my sleeves,
I grabbed my bag and rushed out the door.
"Finally" Jackson said as I climbed in his Porsche, "Sorry,I couldn't find my homework" I lied. Jackson rolled his eyes and smirked as he pulled out of the driveway.
•••
I followed Jackson into school, he started talking to his friends so I made my way over to Scott,Stiles,and Liam. "Hey guys!" I said smiling,they said hi and went back to talking.
Because they don't like you.
I started grabbing books from my locker,when I felt someone behind me. I turned to see Liam staring at me with a furrowed brow." What?"I asked confused,Liam's gaze traveled to my arm "I thought you stopped.".I froze "I did,I don't know what you're talking about." he frowned,"Then why did your heartbeat speed up?", before I could say anything the bell rang. "I gotta get to class" I said closing my locker,and leaving Liam standing there frowning.
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I walked out of math deflated,we had a test today which I forgot to study for and failed miserably.As I looked down at my paper I collided into someone,hot coffee burned my skin .I look down to see a giant stain on my sweater,and the guy apologizing profusely.I gave him a strained smile and said it was ok,before heading to the boys locker rooms.

Jackson's POV:
The locker room door swung open and my sister walked in,I furrowed my brows. "Why are you in here Y/n,this is the guys' locker room," I reminded her, annoyance laced my voice.She scoffed "oh please like I've never seen a dick before" a couple of the guys chuckled,only to be shut up by my glare. "Why are you here?" I asked again,Y/n looked down "Can I borrow your hoodie? My sweater got ruined."I glanced at the dark stain on her sweater. " It's like a hundred degrees outside,why are you even wearing a sweater?" I heard her heart jump, "Can I have the hoodie or not?"she asked, slightly agitated. I rolled my eyes "Yeah whatever,just get out before Coach sees you" "Thanks," she muttered, grabbing the jacket and darting out.As I shouldered my bag, I couldn't shake the feeling something was wrong. Her heart had been pounding when I questioned the sweater. What was she hiding?

Y/N's POV:
I dumped my book bag on my bed,and headed straight for the bathroom. Digging through my makeup bag I found what I was looking for-my blade.Jackson would be at lacrosse practice for another hour,and my parents were on a business trip,with that thought I pulled up the sleeve of Jackson's hoodie. The red lines from this morning glared back at me,along with the faded scars of my past mistakes.With a sigh I ran the blade across my arm,watching as the bloody beads formed.
One for failing the test.
I slid down the wall and dat on the bathroom floor,before making another cut.
One for bothering Jackson.
One for lying.
You heard the front close,and the sound of footsteps walking up the stairs.You stood up quickly,rinsing your arms,and tossing your blade back in your makeup bag. "Y/n?" You heard Jackson's voice in your bedroom,you flushed the toilet and turned on the faucet. "Just a minute!" You called,pretending to wash your hands,you opened the door and came face to face with your twin. "Hey,I thought you were at practice?" You said raising an eyebrow, "Coach let us off early,so I decided to come home and hang out with you."he said with a smirk. I watched him frown as his gaze fell behind me, "Is that blood?" he asked concerned,I froze. "I started my monthly,I didn't realize it had got on the floor,I'll go clean it up" I turned back to the bathroom,only to be stopped by Jackson's hand. I winced as he held my arm where I had just cut, "Your monthly was last week,I had to go buy you pads"Jackson said. Jackson turned me to face him, "Y/n why is there blood on the floor?" he asked putting his fingers under my chin so I was forced to look at him. "It's nothing Jackson"I mumbled,trying to move away,Jackson grabbed my arm again making wince. Noticing my wince,he loosened his grip, "Y/n just tell me please," Jackson's voice was thick with concern. I broke down under his pleading gaze,the tears finally falling. Jackson held me up,swaying us slightly, "I'm sorry," I mumbled into his chest "Shh,you have nothing to be sorry for" he soothed rubbing my back.
We said in silence for couple minutes,neither of us speaking.
Jackson broke the silence first. "Hey," he said softly, his voice thick with emotion. He cupped my face in his hands, forcing me to look at him. "You are not a burden. You are not a disappointment. You are my sister, and I love you. I can't imagine my life without you."
Jackson's words, laced with sincerity, washed over me like a balm. A sob escaped my lips, and I leaned into his touch,
Jackson gently pulled the sleeve of his hoodie up, revealing the fresh cuts marring my arm. He winced, a silent apology for causing me more pain. He picked me up and set me on the bathroom counter,opening the cabinet he grabbed the first aid kit.With a tender touch, he cleaned my wounds.
As he cleaned the last cut, he spoke again, his voice barely a whisper. "Promise me you'll tell me next time," he said, his eyes searched mine."Promise me you won't go through this alone."
I could only manage a small nod. But in that single nod, there was a silent promise, a flicker of hope for a future free from the darkness.