Justin Bieber Imagines {Requests Closed}

"Never Let Me Go.." (Jasmine)

ATTENTION: Trigger warning. Please note that this is a trigger warning. I promise that all of you are worth love and adoration towards your bodies, and you should never hurt yourself because of how you think of yourself. Please don't hesitate to call this number, the suicide hotline, if anything, thoughts, feelings, comes into your mind: 1-800-273-8255 (this is the US suicide prevention hotline, just so you know), and don't hesitate to send me a message, because I will always be there for you. Thank you, enjoy the imagine.

okay -- this is an imagine that Jasmine requested but I wrote it for all of you. Each and every one of you is beautiful, and never let anyone make you think any different. I have my days when I feel just as insecure as you..but never resort to a razor..ever Justin wouldn't want you to and niether do I So please stay strong & if you ever need someone to talk to I'm here..I love you all so much

  *Jasmine's POV*

I dropped the razor into the sink--blood dripping down my wrist and pooling in the palm of my hand. I hear a pounding on the bathroom door.

"Just a sec!" I call to Justin, letting water run on my wrists and trying to figure out where to hide the razor. I stick it in my drawer. All that's in it is tampys but still, it's my drawer. I pull one of Justin's over-sized sweatshirts over my head and unlock the door, making sure the blood is washed away from the sink.

"What were you doing in here, baby girl?" He asks you, looking around the bathroom and planting a warm kiss on your forehead.

"Girl stuff." You reply with a smile. He looks deep into your eyes and you gaze back into his.
"How are you today?" He asks.

"I'm..im okay." You look away. He knows when you lie..

"Jazz..." He pulls your chin up and your eyes wander back to his. "I don't want my baby lying to me .. "

"I'm good Jay, I'm good." You pull your arm out of the sweatshirt and check your watch. "Oh..I have to go!"

"Go where?" He asks you. "Hold on..what are those?" 

Crap. Your watch is on your left hand..the hand you just cut... "Nothing." You pull the sleeve back down and release your self from his painful grip.

You speed walk away--trying to make it out before he can catch up to you.  But he does. He grabs your right arm this time..yep, he definetely knows.

He pulls up your sleeve once more, revealing three, fresh cuts.

"Jasmine." He says sternly. "Jasmine, Jasmine, Jasmine.."

He shakes his head slowly, looking down. Your eyes swell up with tears.

"Jay..please.." You ask him.

"Why?" Is all he asks. "Why?"

"You know damn well why! I used to cut and it's not something I can just grow out of! I'm sorry that I feel horrible about myself and I wake up every single day with a pain in my gut because I look the way I do..you can say all you want but nothing and no one will ever change what I think ..."

He loosens his grip on your wrist.

"I never want you to think of yourself like that. You say that nothing will change it but I will. I'll find a way.." He pauses for a moment, thinking. "I will."

"I wake up every morning..thinking-thinking.." "

Thinking of what?" He asks.

"That I'm not good enough for you.." You almost whisper it.

"This is all my fault.." He shakes his head in disbelief. "How could I do this to you?"

"Justin, it's not your fault!" You protest. It isnt. He's been perfect, your Prince Charming. He shouldn't think anything you've done is his fault but you know he will anyway.

"Please baby.." You say to him and look into his eyes. You see that they are in the brim of tears.

"Don't cry." You smile a little.

"Shhh..shhh..it's okay," you pull him close to you. "I'm okay."

He places his hand gently on your lips, silencing you.

Then he picks you up bridal style and carries you to your kitchen counter. He places you down an you wrap your legs around his waist. He then rolls up your left sleeve and begins planting soft kisses on each cut.

"You are beautiful, Jasmine. And whatever I did that you say I didn't do-" He tells you-knowing just what you'd say.

"I apologize because you deserve all the love in the world and much, much more." He pulls you close and you feel his warmth go through you like electricity. 

You can't help yourself..you cry.

"I promised myself I'd never, ever do it again. Ever..."

"It's okay baby girl it's okay..don't cry. I'm here." He whispers into your ear and runs his fingers through your hair.

"Never let me go." You say.

"Never." He replies and pulls you out of the hug and into a passionate kiss

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