Supernatural Imagines

Jared #1

The voices were back again. The relentless, cruel voices that never left you alone. Your boyfriend Jared often helped you with these voices, but they were always bombarding you with insults and mean words like...

Why don't you kill yourself.

Fat.

Worthless.

Never enough.

No one will love you.

He's going to leave you.

He hates you.

He never loved you.

He pitys you.

Those were always bouncing around in your head, breaking you down piece by piece. Leaving a empty shell of yourself.

These voice often led you to cut. You would go to the bathroom and pull out the small box hidden in the back of the linen closet. Then you would make long, deep cuts along your arms and legs. You'd watch them bleed til you felt lightheaded or you heard your boyfriend came home. Which usually didn't happen but it did today.

The voices were too much. And Jared wasn't here to make them go away. He new of the voices and your depression, to an extent. He didn't know you started cutting again. He helped you stop, but you started again. You felt guilty. You knew Jared would be crushed to find this out.

He's going to leave you.

No he.. he loves me.

No he doesn't. He tolerates you.

But he says he loves me everyday.

Do you believe everything your told.

"Shut up. Shut up. SHUT UP!" You screamed, pulling at your hair with bloodied fingers.

You began to sob, your crys were so loud you missed the front door opening and closing opening. You continued to sob on the bathroom floor. Jared heard your sobbing echo through the quiet house. He instantly became worried as he rushed through the house, looking for you. When he found you, he tried to open the door he found it was locked. He started pounding on the door which snapped you into reality. Shit.

You're in trouble now.

Look at what you did.

He's going to leave you for sure.

"Go away." You whispered.

"Y/n please open the door." He sounded like he was crying.

"No. Leave me alone." You curled up on the floor, not even making an effort to stop the bleeding.

You heard him slump against the door. The dull thump of his head hitting the door echo off the bathroom walls. You laid there watching the blood drip from your wrists. After awhile quiet sobbing made you look towards the door.

Your such a disappointment.

You ignored the voices and crawled to the sink. You grabbed a wet washcloth and wiped the blood from your wrist, then wrapping them in gauze. You shuffled towards the door. The voice scream for you to stop and just finish yourself off. You turn the lock. The click just loud enough for Jared to hear.

"Y-y/n?" You turned the knob of the door. Jared was standing there, hair disheveled, eyes red from crying.

You watch his eyes wander to your wrists and you have to look away from his face when he lets out a choked sob. Then you feel large hands grab your arms, then soft lips press against the gauze on your wrists. You looked at Jared and saw his arms open wide. You began to sob as you walked into his arms. He held you tight as you cried into his chest. When your sobbing turned into sniffling he spoke.

"Was it the voices again?" You nodded and he squeezed you tighter.

"Don't let them get to you. You're always enough to me. I love you so much. Don't forget that." You looked up to him and smiled.

"Thank you" you whispered before leaning up for a kissed.

He kissed your forehead and held you to his chest.

"Always."