Matthew Sturniolo Imagines 2

left out sister.. '' part 2

Part 2 🥸

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As Y/N listened to Melanie Martinez's haunting lyrics in her locked room, tears streamed down her cheeks uncontrollably. The words cut deep, resonating with the insecurities that had plagued her for so long. "Kids forever, kids forever, baby soft skin turns into leather, don't be dramatic it's only some plastic, nobody wants you if you're unattractive." Each line felt like a dagger to her heart, reinforcing the cruel judgments she had internalized.

She glanced at herself in the mirror once more, her reflection distorted through a haze of tears. The familiar self-criticism surged back with a vengeance—the pimples, the teeth she despised, the double chin that seemed to mock her. In that moment of despair, a dark thought crept into her mind—a plan to starve herself, believing that if she could just change her appearance, she might finally be accepted.

But just as she was about to succumb to the dangerous idea, there was a frantic knocking on her bedroom door. "Y/N, please open up! It's Nick!" his voice, muffled by the door, was urgent and filled with concern.

Y/N hesitated, torn between her overwhelming emotions and the fear of being seen in such a vulnerable state. But Nick's persistent knocking and desperate pleas broke through her haze of despair. With trembling hands, she unlocked the door and collapsed into Nick's arms, sobbing uncontrollably.

Nick held her close, his heart breaking at the sight of his sister in such distress. "Y/N, what's going on? Please talk to me," he pleaded softly, guiding her to sit on the bed.

"I... I can't do this anymore, Nick," Y/N choked out between sobs. "I'm so tired of feeling like this, of hating myself."

Nick's brow furrowed with worry as he gently wiped away her tears. "Y/N, you are not alone in this. We love you, and we're here to help you through this," he said firmly, his voice unwavering with determination.

Y/N sniffled, struggling to find the words to articulate the overwhelming pain she felt inside. "I... I just feel so ugly, Nick. Like I'll never be good enough."

Nick's expression softened with empathy as he squeezed her hand reassuringly. "Y/N, look at me," he urged gently. "You are beautiful. Those lyrics... they're just words. They don't define who you are or your worth. We love you for who you are, not for how you look."

Y/N nodded weakly, feeling a glimmer of hope amidst the darkness. "But... I don't know how to stop feeling like this."

Nick took a deep breath, gathering his thoughts. "We'll get through this together, okay? You don't have to face this alone. Let's talk to Mom and Dad, and we'll find you the help you need," he suggested gently, his voice filled with determination.

With Nick's unwavering support and guidance, Y/N began to take the first steps toward healing. She sought professional help to address her insecurities and negative self-image, learning healthy coping mechanisms and strategies to challenge her distorted thoughts.

Slowly but surely, Y/N started to see herself in a new light—not as a collection of perceived flaws, but as a resilient young woman with strength and resilience. She surrounded herself with positive influences, including her loving family and supportive friends, who reminded her daily of her worth beyond physical appearance.