Well, as you probably understand by the title, this is tw! And this is something short by the way! My other imagines has been extremely long if you compare them to other imagines by others, so I really hope this is okay for you! Please comment what you think!
Red everywhere, now all over the floor. Bleeding.
One
He doesn't care, he never cared. He's just another guy, he's not worth it.
Two
My mom never wanted me, she left me when I was little. Even then someone hated me, didn't want me and just left. She left early, he left now. Both hurting me just the same.
Three
Why am I still here, why didn't my last attempt work? I thought I was close, it wasn't enough. I was so close, but yet so far.
Four
If I survive this time, I don't know what to do anymore. It has to be some punishment, even karma? How, am I, y/n, still here? Me, sitting here crying while the blood is pouring out of my empty body without a soul, still alive?
Five
He just walked away, he told me he didn't love me. He doesn't know about me cutting, he doesn't need to know. He hurt me, he didn't stop when he knew what he did was wrong.
Six
I am depressed, he doesn't know me. He doesn't want to know me, he doesn't.
Seven
Half way there, y/n. Half way there. Just some cuts left now, just a few more, deep ones.
Eight
The blood, everywhere.
Ni-
"Y/n! Open the goddamn door!"
Nine
I am officially crying, more than ever. He keeps yelling, wanting me to stop.
Ten
Yelling, hitting, nothing that can make this be all fine again.
Eleven
Boom, the door opens, Chandler's eyes glued into mine. Someone probably told him, of course.
One more, just one more..
My blade gets hit out of my hand, Chandler starting to freak out about the blood. He finds a cloth, wanting to clean them.
"P-Please, y/n, let me help you." I nod, still crying. I feel the cloth slightly touching the open cuts on my left hand, making me cry out in pain. "Y-Y/n, I-"
He starts crying, not being able to finish his sentence. He continues cleaning, making sure that I'm staying awake. After cleaning them he takes his bottle out of his backpack that he was wearing and makes me drink it, not wanting me to die because of that.
"A-Are you okay? D-Do I need to call an ambulance? I-I'm so scared, I don't know what to do! I want to help you, I want you to be mine again." I look up at him, this wasn't the right time to pull that. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't of have done this. I'm sorry, y/n! I-i don't want to lose you, gosh, I'm a douche."
"I-I'm fine."
"Clearly not! Y-You're not fine, at all. I want to help you, I will help you. Come here, let us put some bandages on that, okay?" I nod, getting up from the floor. He softly put it on, not wanting to hurt me. A tear drop down at the palm of my left hand, not being mine. I look up at Chandler, seeing him trying his best to keep it in. "I-I-"
He shakes his head, finishing it. He leads me out of the room, pulling me into a hug.
"I, Chandler Riggs, am so sorry. I-I don't deserve your forgiveness, I know that. Okay? I just want to help you through this, you shouldn't be alone." I look up at him, confused than ever. "I love you, so much. I-I lied, of course I love you. I made you do this, I am the pathetic one who pushes you away. Gosh, I love you."
"B-But you said you didn't? You said you hated me!"
"I-I lied, I thought you would have it better without me."
"Lies, all lies."
"No! I-I thought you were getting sad because of me, I wanted you to be happy. I want you to be happy."
"Does it look like I'm happy? H-Huh?"
"I-I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." He collapses on the floor, starting to cry more than ever. "I-I don't deserve anyone like you, but gosh how much i want you."
"C-Chandler, I feel dizzy. I-I," I lean at the wall, continuing. "I need more water, and to sit down."
He rushes over to take his bottle, not even hesitating to fill it up and give it to me. He leads me over to the living room, laying me down in the couch. He sits down beside me, making eye contact with me.
"I will make up for this, "at least try. I know I can't remove the scars, but I will kiss every single one of them whenever you're feeling bad and make you realize how much I love you. Because y/n, goddamit, I love you so much."
"C-Chandler, are you lying?"
"I'm not, okay? I love you with all of my heart. I love you, so so much." He stares into my eyes, leaning in. We meet on the half, him leading the kiss carefully. He cups my face, deepening the kiss. He pulls away after half a minute, smirking as he leans his forehead against mine. "I love you, so, freaking much."
"I-i love you too."
"W-Wait, you do?"
"I do."
"B-But I don't deserve you, I have been horrible."
"You have been horrible, but right now, I can see the old Chandler again. I love that Chandler, okay?" Yes, I may forgive people too fast, but I have nothing to lose. "I love you too, Chandler."
"Thank you, so much. But dear, please stop cutting."
"I-i don't know if I can."
"You can, okay? We will get through this, we will be all fine when you are." I smile, cuddling into Chandler now. "So, you won't have me let you out of my sight again, I can promise you that."
"What about when I'm going to the toilet?" He smirks, kissing my cheek.
"Well, this is going to be interesting."
"What? Chandler? What do you mean?"
"Heh, can't wait for the next upcoming weeks."
"Chandler!"
Red everywhere, now all over my face. Blushing.
