You were just sitting on your bed, your bedroom window open, blasting out your music. You live in this HUGE apartment block, and you're on one of the highest floors. You get at least 3 people a week walking past your window on the ledge, finding the perfect spot to jump. You always go out there and convince them not to, taking them into your room and asking them whats making them want to do it, helping them, stuff like that. Its not really a job, you aren't paid to do it, but you love it. You love helping people, saving them. You always stayed up extra late every night to make sure you don't miss anyone. Its kinda cold tonight. You pull on your fluffy slippers and a small cardigan. You're only wearing a vest top and pajama shorts underneath the cardigan, but you refuse to wear huge pajamas. You brushed your hair and continued listening to your music. Then you saw it. A man, wearing jeans and a dark shirt, walking on the ledge outside your window. You turn your music off and make your way over to the window. You climb out onto the ledge. The guy is a few feet away from you, you can't make out his face because its so dark, but he has long dark hair. You clutch the wall of the building as the cold night air slaps you in the face.
"Holy shit." You whisper. You don't look at the man when you say "Doesn't it scare you? The height?"
He sniffles "It doesn't matter."
You raise an eyebrow "Well actually it kinda does. Did you know that 9/10 of the people who jump off bridges or buildings and survived it said the minute they jumped they regretted it?"
"Leave me alone." He mutters.
You shake your head "I just can't do that. If you're REALLY gonna do this you gotta let me know cuz I have to get myself ready."
"Ready for what?" He asks curiously.
"Jumping after you obviously." You explain.
"Why would you do that? Nobody cares about me, and you don't even know me!" He states.
You shrug "Just because I don't know you doesn't mean I don't care about you. There are stray dogs walking the streets, homeless people begging for money, sad characters in movies, just because you dont know them doesn't mean you don't care about them or don't want to help." A cold breeze washes over you "Listen dude you've really gotta tell me if you're actually gonna jump cuz I am in urgent need of my dressing gown and if you aren't gonna jump I can just go back inside and warm the fuck up! Arent you cold?"
"It doesn't matter if I'm cold, I'm gonna die anyways." He shrugs.
You sigh "Well fuck. I honestly didn't expect you to still want to do this. But I guess I can't stop you. I had a concert to go to next week too, fuck sake! Can I just say your timing honestly sucks? Can't we reachedule? Sorry, no, that's stupid, but they're my favourite band! They're the reason I haven't been in your position in over a year!"
He turns to face you "What band?"
"Sleeping With Sirens, you heard of them?" You ask curiously.
He nods and laughs slightly "Yeah, I've heard of them. You've been in my position?"
You nod frantically "Hell yeah! More than once! But a great man once told me 'sometimes you gotta fall before you fly' so that means you're allowed to slip up. Im slipping up all the time actually. For example, I was a week clean until last night, and I feel like shit for doing it, but I know that it was only a minor slip up."
"A month clean from what?" He asks curiously. You cough and draw lines on your wrist. He gasps "You cut!?!"
You nod "Yeah..."
He shakes his head "I've never done that."
You sigh "I don't advise you to, its addictive and honestly sucks. Anyway, why do you want to jump?"
"I'll tell you, if you tell me why you feel the need to cut." He bargains.
You raise an eyebrow "Why do you care about my reasons for cutting?"
"Why do you care about my reasons to want to jump off this building?" He challenges.
You laugh slightly "Tuché! Ok, fine, I'll tell you. Honestly I have no-one. I'm not exaggerating. I rarely leave my apartment, I have nobody to spend time with or see. I have a big heart, I trust people too much, I have such bad trust issues, but once I trust someone....I tell them everything, and that's my main weakness, I'm too nice. The few friends I had left me when I started getting depressed, I don't speak to my family anymore, the only thing keeping me alive is Sleeping With Sirens. They've helped me through so much. I don't know if you know about the song The Strays, but when the video for that was released I was about to commit suicide, then I got a twitter notification saying Kellin Quinn, the angel on Earth and lead singer of Sleeping With Sirens, had tweeted about the videos release. I instantly watched it, being the fangirl that I am, and by the end I was sobbing. I watched it 8 times in a row. I needed that song then, more than ever, I needed someone to tell me that it was ok to be who I was, I needed someone to say they knew how it felt, and it always got better. And...I got all of those things from The Strays. Without that song, without those 5 awesome guys, I wouldn't be here, I wouldn't be trying to stop you commit suicide."
The man sniffles "I'm so glad you're still here. Now for my reasons. My wife left me, I feel so alone, the guys...they're all worried about me and there for me but...I feel like nobody cares, nobody is there for me. I feel so fucking alone. I don't have a place here, in this world. I just don't fit. And I don't know what to do about that. The world would be better off without me."
You shake your head "No it wouldn't. I would miss you. Even though we've only just met and I'd jump straight after you did, I would miss you. I care about you. I'm here for you dude. You don't have to be alone anymore." You reach out and take his hand, he intwines his fingers with yours and squeezes your hand.
"Thank you so much." He says, sounding like he's on the verge of tears. "Whats your name?"
"(Y/N), yours?" You ask curiously.
"Uh...it'd be easier to show you." He says weirdly.
You raise an eyebrow "Ok...you can come into my apartment if you want?"
He nods "Yeah, thank you."
"Does this mean I've stopped you!?!" You gasp.
He nods "I guess so."
You punch the air with your fist "FUCK YEAH!!!" You shout loudly "SORRY NOT SORRY NEIGHBORS BUT I ACCOMPLISHED MY MISSION SO FUCK ALL OF YOU!!!" You shout.
The man laughs "You're awesome!"
You turn and smile at him "Thanks man!" Then you carefully crawl back into your apartment through the window. The guy climbs in and you can't believe your eyes. "Holy shit." Tears fill your eyes as you lift a hand to cover your mouth. Kellin Quinn is in your apartment. Then it hits you, he was gonna kill himself. "A-And you were gonna-!?!" He just nods and sniffles. You run towards him and wrap your arms around him. Kellin starts crying into your cardigan. You rub circles in his back "Its alright Kellin, you're not alone now, shhh."

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