Michael Jackson Imagines

Hurt

SELF HARM TRIGGER WARNING
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"I hate everything, I hate my life." You say, as you slice your wrist with a blade.

Many people probably wouldn't believe that you were depressed and would think you're dramatic for doing this because you're married to Michael Jackson.

You're had depression for a long time and he helps you with it, but sometimes you fall back into a hole of sadness, and can't get out.

You were sitting in the bathroom and after the cutting, your anger vanished.

You love Michael, dearly, but if he ever found out, you would be so embarrassed and you would be scared.

You stopped crying and regained composure and carried on with house work.

It was a new day and today Michael's family was coming over for dinner. You were excited because you loved his family, but you were also hoping that their presence would help you get out of your sadness.

Michael helped you out by preparing the table, when the door knocks and the house gets filled with the Jacksons.

"Mother! It's so nice to see you!" Michael says as he walks over to his mother, and greets her with a big hug.

"Dunk!" Michael says, as he hugs Janet and the rest of his siblings.

"Y/n!" Janet says, as she holds your wrist and gives you a giant hug. You wince in pain because she squeezed the cuts really hard.

Michael watched you and gave you a weird, concerned look. "I'm sorry, did I hurt you?" Janet asks, "no, my wrist was just in a weird position." You lie.

"Janet, I've missed you." You say, trying to steer the conversation away from your wrist.

After you and Michael greet everyone, you all sit down for a big dinner.

Half way through the dinner, you notice Michael glaring at you. "Excuse me," he says, as he gets up from his seat.

Everyone looks around confused, not aware of what just happened.

"I'll be right back," you say, as you get out of your chair and run upstairs after Michael.

"Michael?" You say, as you slowly walk into your bedroom.

"Why did you do it?" He asks, as he continues to stare out the window.

"What do you mean?" You ask, "the cuts, damn it!" He yells.

You start to cry as you realize he noticed them. "I'm sorry." You stutter. "No!" He yells. "How could you do that to yourself! To me!" He says, as he starts to get more upset.

"And you lied! Janet hurt you because of those cuts, not the position of your wrist!" He states.

"What am I supposed to say!? 'Oh sorry, that hurt because I have cuts all up my arm.' " you stammer, as the tears continue to stream down your face.

"Yes!" Michael says, "well I didn't and you know what?! They don't need to know!" I scream.

"I need to know! Because I love you! I love you so much, and it hurts me when I see you in pain!" He says, as tears form in his eyes.

You walk over to him, and hold him tightly, "I'm so sorry!" You exclaim, "I didn't know it affected you as much as me." You say, "I love you, y/n. Please don't do it again, and tell me if you feel like you are going to cut again, please." Michael says, as he turns to face you.

"I promise, I will, and I promise I won't do it again." You exclaim, as you guys share a passionate kiss, before going back downstairs to continue the dinner.

Throughout the rest of the dinner, you and Michael glance at each other, smiling. I love you, he mouths, laughing, and you mouth it back. You truly met the love of your life.

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