shawn mendes imagines

hallucinations

Smoke filled the entire room, burnt cigarettes pressed against the ash tray in front of him. The glass bottle in Shawn's hand almost empty as he took one last swig from it. Sighing as the liquid burned his throat, his eyes fluttered shut as he softly threw his head against the wall behind him. No matter how drunk, or high he was, the only memory that flooded through his mind was the day the two of you got in a fight, and you left him.

"Fuck!" He screamed loudly, throwing the bottle at the other wall across of him. Shards of glass flew everywhere on the ground some liquor spilling as well, "Fuck." he whispered.

Getting up, his legs felt weak. He looked at the dark empty hallway, seeing a figure. His breathing changed, his heart felt heavy, but he still smiled, very weakly, "Y/N?" Walking closer to it, the figure started to become more clear of who it was and in fact, it was you.

"Why are you here?" He asked in a quiet voice. No answer.

Suddenly, cuts, bruises, glass started to line the figure that was apparently you, shrieks escaping your lips. Shawn gasps, stopping. Tears rolled down his cheeks, then to his jaw, and eventually falling to the ground with a soft, pat.

"No." He shakes his head, "no, no, she's still here." his body falls to the ground, and he backs up against the wall of the hallway, "She's not dead, she's here."

"God dammit!" He slams his fist down on the deep coloured hardwood floor. It was all his fault, and he couldn't do anything about it but sob, drink, or smoke to forget about you. Did it work? Never. Nothing could stop all these damn hallucinations. Nothing could stop him from thinking about you.

eh, this was alright ig.
-luna xo