A/N: Hey, my first imagine, yay! Or... Not so yay, considering the title. This has been stuck in my head since before I even started writing this book. Self harm is bad, and I don't wanna promote it, but it was just something stuck in my head. If anyone has self harm problems, message me, cause I know what your going through. I have self harmed before, not by cutting myself, cause I'm a big baby, but when my nails grew out, I scratched myself till I bleed. And I know it's not a commonly known form of self harm, but when I saw that first scar form, it scared me, and I had the self control to stop. I cut my nails and I told myself I'm better than this. And I know many people don't have the self control to stop, and if anyone is going through this, talk to me, I'll help you. I'm here to listen. I love you guys, you're beautiful, and I want you guys to love yourselves, too. Sorry if there are any typos, but I'm shaking while writing this, but I have to get it out. These imagines will still be daddy/daughter so I hope you enjoy. <3. And BTW, the name I put at the top is who your dad is, so it doesn't matter who else is in the story, just know that whoever's in the title is your dad.
TRIGGER WARNING!
You were in the bathroom in the bunker, blade in your hand in front of you. Tears rolling down your face as you though of every bad thing ever said to you. Every hunt you nearly failed, every time someone died because of you.
You rolled up your sleeves and ran the blade down your arm.
Worthless. You thought.
You made a second mark. Ugly.
Dumb.
Useless.
Blood was dripping onto the tiles, staining your clothes as well.
You were on the fifth mark when the bathroom door opened and in walked Uncle Sam.
"Sorry, I didn't see- what the hell are you doing?!" You looked up at him, eyes full of fear and tears. You didn't want anyone to see you like this. "Dean! Get in here, now!"
"No, Uncle Sammy, please," you begged as Sam pulled you off the floor and over to the sink to wash the blood off your arm.
Your dad walked into the bathroom. "What's wro-" His eyes landed on you. He saw the blood washing off into the sink, and your tear streaked face. He put two and two together and immediately knew what was going on.
Tears forming in his eyes, he walked over to the medicine cabinet and pulled out a roll of gauze and disinfectant. When Sam finished washing your arm, Dean started disinfecting the cuts, which stung a lot. Sam left the room and came back with a towel to clean the blood off the floor.
After your cuts were disinfected and your arm was wrapped, Dean had just one question: "Why?"
This made you cry even more as you answered. "I don't know."
Dean wrapped you in a hug. He was upset, but Sam was angry. He hated seeing his niece like this.
"What do you mean you don't know?" He yelled. "You had to have had a reason, what is it? What's going on?"
You cried harder. You hated making your family mad; it broke your heart. You felt the tears of you dad hit the top of your head.
"It's everything!" You cried into your dad's shirt. "I'm a screwup at everything!"
Dean pulled away so he could look you in the eyes. "What do you mean your a screwup at everything?"
"I'm always messing up hunts. I always fail. And everyone at school hates me! I feel like I have no friends!" Dean pulled you back into a hug. "And now you guys hate me, too!"
"Hey, we do not hate you, and you are not a screwup," Sam said sternly, his voice shaking a little. You looked over at him; he was crying, too. "You do not screw up hunts. Doing this to yourself will not help anything. Y/N, if you were feeling upset, then you should've came to one of us, not sneak around, hurting yourself."
"Please, baby girl," Dean said. "Talk to us, come to us when you need help. Don't go to a razor blade, come to us. Me and Sammy, we'll listen to you if you need it. Please, don't do this to yourself. We love you too much."
"I'm sorry Daddy, I'm sorry Uncle Sammy." You said quietly. "I'll never do it again, I promise."
You broke away from your dad to give your crying uncle a hug. "I love you guys."
"We love you, too," said both men.
A/N: So once again, guys, message me if you need someone to listen.
I also think I should stop posting in the middle of class. What do you guys think? Lol.
