Maze Runner Imagines/ Preferences

Self Harm | Thomas

Trigger warning!!
I don't want any of my bbys hurting themselves, please message me if you ever feel poopy. Ily!

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The whole glade sat in the kitchen eating their dinner, except you. You noticed yourself not eating as much. And if you did, it was something small, like an apple. You picked at your nails while Minho, Newt, your boyfriend Thomas, and some others laughed and talked about God knows what.

You looked up and noticed them all smiling, something you rarely did anymore.

Your head has become a jail, and it has you captive. You can't seem to escape the never ending taunts of your own mind. You felt like you were going insane.

You were lost in thought when you noticed Thomas speaking to you.

"...your day?" That's all you picked up.

"Huh?" You shook your head.

"How was your day? Ya know, running." Thomas chuckled.

"Good." Was your answer everyday. How could you explain everything to your boyfriend? How could you tell him the nasty things you think everyday.

"Oh yeah, my day was fine, wanted to kill myself, but great!"

You dreamed of death..you dream of everybody at your funeral. You dream of everyone sighing in relief. You dream of Thomas laughing. "She's finally gone!" He'd shout for joy.

That was the last straw. Your thoughts had been poisoned by the evil locked deep inside. That evil would now spill out.

"I'm tired, I'm going to sleep." You said standing up suddenly.

"Let me walk you." Thomas said.

"That's okay, Thomas. Eat. You deserve it." You faked smiled.

And with that you stalked to your room...though, not quite. When you were out of the boy's vision, you detoured to the medjack hut.

You slowly snuck into the room, searching the drawers and cabinets. Looking for the one thing that kept you alive. Kept you knowing you could breathe. Have a release.

A knife.

After pushing over bottles of rubbing alcohol and boxes of bandaids, a small pocket knife gleamed.

You say in the corner, with the knife in hand, you placed the knife on your wrist. Pressing down to feel a sweet burn. You felt alive.

Free.

You sliced 4 different marks, slowly.

Making sure to feel the pain that you thought you deserved.

You put the knife into your wrist, ready to make another cut, when the door creaked open.

"(Y/N)?" It was Thomas. You barely made his face out, everything blurred from blood loss. He rushed to your side. "(Y/N)!? Why!?" He screamed. Thomas snatched the knife and threw it across the room. He swiftly took his shirt off, and wrapped it around your wrist, stopping the blood a bit.

"I deserve it. I am a nobody." You whispered.

"No! No! No! I love you (Y/N)! Everyone does! Hurting yourself doesn't help, (Y/N).."

You sighed. "I'm sorry, Thomas. I wanted to hurt myself, because...I'd rather hurt myself then anyone else around me."

"Please...promise me you'll never do this again." Thomas said. Your vision cleared as the blood clotted. "I love you." He cried.

"I love you too. I promise." You said. And you meant it.

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PLEASE NEVER HURT YOURSELF YOU ARE SO MUCH BETTER AND I KNOW YOU CAN STAY STRONG YOU ARE SO PERFECT AND EVERYONE LOVES YOU *punches anyone who says otherwise* I CARE ABOUT YOU SELF HARM DOESNT HELP ANYTHING TRUST ME I KNOW whait what

PLS STAY STRONG ILY
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when claudia cries you know its sad bc she's a heartless, punk rock meme who likes to kick puppies

oml i would never do that bc I'm a slut for small animals (JK, self depreCiatIoN is baD), but i am like 210% emotionless

when you get catcalled at least five times in a matter of two weeks 😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊

ok so serious topic though, i don't understand why boys think catcalling is a compliment, its freaking scary and demeaning. if you think a girl is attractive then you go up and tell her, its not that freaking hard. you don't yell sexual obscenities at her bc it makes her feel violated

heres a way to ask a girl out

"hey pretty girl, whats ur name whats ur number. i got the keys to my dads yellow hummer. theres a party later, you can come if you wanna go. alright see ya later

those aren't 5sos lyrics pfft, pshhhtthththttt, no... I'm not malum asf pfft MalUM cOmE piCk Me Up

anyway

i <3 evie

guys pls don't self harm, i've been through it too. it's addicting and it just makes even worse. its like a drug, once you start, you can't stop

pls stay strong, bc ppl love you no matter what the demons in your head say

just hold on to that last piece of hope, and it will pull you out of the darkness. it gets better, its just a few bad days, not a bad life

lava chu guies

now Take My MonEy TakE My Keys MaLum TaKe Me ThrouGh The DrivE ThRu Pls

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