I tried hard to please him, but I wasn't good enough. He wanted someone perfect. He wanted someone with a perfect body, someone who was tall, someone with perfect skin. I didn't have any of that, I'm short and fat, I have pimples on my face that's why he left me. He wanted a supermodel. Our apartment is now quite and empty. I keep the curtains shut and the door locked. He got what he wanted. A model. There was a knock on the door, I got up and answered it. "Hi" Nash said giving me a small smile. I gave him a weak smile back. I wasn't dressed to impress, I had on some sweatpants and an oversized sweatshirt. My hair was messily up in a bun. "Hi" I said opening the door so he could come in. "Finally coming to get your stuff" I say sighing . I followed him up to what use to be our bedroom. "Yup, you mind helping me carry some of these boxes down?" He asked."sure" I say as I grabbed a random box. It was a box filled with pictures of what use to be amazing memories now they were just broken. I handed him the box unaware of my scars showing. "You started to hurt yourself again" Nash said as he grabbed my wrists. "Why, you were clean for so long?" He asked as his voice cracked slightly. "It doesn't matter get your stuff and go back to your perfect girlfriend" I sobbed. Nash looked like he was about to cry to, his eyes were glossy. His phone started to ring. "Hey babe" Nash said clearing out his throat. I couldn't here what his girlfriend was saying on the other side I only heard words here and there. "Be home soon baby girl" he said replying to the phone. Baby girl was the nickname he use to call me. "Bye" he said as the smile faded off of his face. He walked down the stairs and I followed. He was walking out the door when I said "wait". "Yeah" he asks slightly confused. "Can I keep one of your sweatshirts they uh comfort me". "Uh sure bye" he said as he tossed me one and walked out.
*5 days latter*
I tore my skin with the blade as beads of blood gushed out one by one. Funny how it hurt more when Nash was here. I pooped the top off of the bottle of pills and swallowed them downing them with water. 'I'll just die like this' I thought. I sat on the cold tile floors of the bathroom wearing the sweatshirt Nash left me. My eyelids got heavier and heavier, then I took my last breath.
This sucked I know
A/n hey I'm back and lol what's up with all the sad imagines lately. Idk I promise the next one will be happy. Byyyeeee
