Justin Bieber Imagines

Imagine for @TaijaJanae

Taija's POV

I woke up because the sun was shining through the curtains, literally blinding me.

I sat up and grabbed my phone. No messages or calls.

I was expecting maybe a call or a text from Justin, my best friend.

He's never around anymore and when he is, he never pays attention to me. I seriously don't know what has gotten into him.

Ever since he started to do this to me, it's caused me to be really depressed.

He was my only friend, he was all I had and he knew that.

He was my shoulder to cry on and he was always there when I needed him the most, but now that he's not, I've kinda let myself go.

I don't eat as much as I used to and trust me, I ate a lot. Now I barely eat anything or I just don't eat.

I also started to cut, but no one knows about it. It takes away the pain, the unbearable pain.

I got up out of bed and went downstairs to get some water to drink.

I walked into the kitchen, got a glass, and filled it up with some water and started to drink it.

I kept thinking to myself, I just feel worse than all of the other days. It's really hitting me.

I went back upstairs and got changed.

I went into the bathroom and closed the door.

I shuttered as I locked the door.

(A/N: TRIGGER WARNING! Please don't read this next part if this applies to you. I'll put some stars at the end of this part, that's where you can start reading again. Please don't get mad at me for putting this in the imagine.)

I sat down on the ground and grabbed my razor blade. Everytime that I picked it up, it looked brand new, even though I've used it a lot.

I rolled up the sleeve of my sweatshirt and took a deep breath.

The hardest part of all of this was getting started, the rest of it was a breeze.

My arm felt like it got heavier and heavier as the blade slowly dug into my arm.

I winced at the pain and some tears fell from my cheek.

It's taking away the pain from Justin, you can pull through. My mind keeps telling me.

I repeated this process several more times before I decided that I did enough.

There was a small pool of blood on the floor, which I quickly cleaned up.

I stood up and wrapped some bandages around my arm to stop the bleeding.

I turned on the water in the sink and washed off the blade.

I opened the drawer under the sink and put the blade in and closed the drawer slowly.

Until next time.

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I walked out of the bathroom and sat down on my bed. I pulled my phone out of my back pocket and looked at my notifications.

None.

Face it, he's never going to call or text. He doesn't care. Don't you get it? He's doing this for a reason. My conscience kept repeating this like it is a song that has been stuck in my head for weeks.

Later that night, I changed into some pajama shorts and an oversized t-shirt.

(A/N: Another trigger warning. Please skip this part if this applies to you, I'll do the same this as I did for the first one.)