Chandler Riggs Imagines | √

Another Love.

[this imagine has sad stuff, idrk why I hadn't posted it earlier. I'm really sorry if it sucks and i hope you enjoy :)!]

Listen to Baby Come Home 2/ Valentines by The Neighborhood for this imagine.

Chandler's  Pov.

The screams still flash before my eyes, torturing me with every breath I take. I inhale one more time deeply, feeling my lungs fill with air in a second.

“Chandler, are you here?”

I open my eyes and sigh, not wanting to get out of the bathroom stall. Even though I deeply know I'd have to do this. I open the door with my elbow not before wiping the salad water off my face.

“Yeah, I'm alive.”

Walking to the mirror, Michael grabs his arms around me. “You wanna know what?”

I raise my eyebrows, not bothering to answer.

“Sara and I are dating.” He says, proudly.

I stop washing my hands to look at him, dumbfounded. “Really?”

“Yeah, I finally had the guts to ask her out!” He simply says, looking at me through the mirror.

I'm happy for him, I really am.

“You're always at the freaking bar!” Y/N screams, totally out of her mind. “You never have time for me. Never! Yet you want me to be with you every time you want? I wanted to help you! I wanted to make you better. But I guess I failed. But I can't do it no more. No,” she shakes her head. “I won't do it.”

“You are always studying!”  I force out, trying to defend myself.

“Well, I want to do something with my life! I would never want to end up like you!” Y/N says, throwing an empty bottle at me. Before I can catch it, it shatter in million pieces on the floor.

We both look at it, not sharing a word. Is it really my fault she's leaving?

“Goodbye, Chandler.”

Y/N takes her bag from the couch and walked our of the door, pushing past me. I stay there, not really knowing if I should go after her or let her leave.

“Yeah,” I answer, matter-of-fact. The big black things under my eyes make me look paler, sick even. “Whatever.”

Pushing past Michael, I push open the door to meet the sea of people I always see.

“Look, it's him.”

“Yeah, I'm telling you. She dumped him!”

“I'm glad she left him, she deserves so much better.”

“We don't like alcoholics in this school!”

“Alcoholic.”

The whispers pierce through my ears. I look at them, dumbfounded, in a totally position I don't how I got there. How did they even found out? I always kept it to the biggest secret, it's not something I'm proud of or something I'd like to go saying.

“Hey, what are looking at!” I say, pointing at a boy who kneeled in front of me to take a picture with his phone. He just laughed and took off running. I was ready to chase after him when Michael stopped me, pushing me to the wall.

My back hits the wall, making me groan in pain. “Hey, hey, hey.” he says, “Don't let them get to you.”

I can't dare to look at him, not like this.

“Why are you still with me anyway? After all of this?”

“Friends don't break promises.” he whispers. “Now let's go. Let's have some good time.”

He takes me by the arm and pushes our way through the people. Students kept on pushing me or putting their feet on my way so I could trip, but I still could keep up with Mike's pace.

It really hurts that they, once your friends, can tell you such things. Why can't they just be on my side? Try to help me? They don't even know the whole story! They don't even know I'm trying!

“Oh, shoots.” Michael groans and I crush on his back. A circle starts surrounding a couple and you could hear the chants, and the ‘awws’. But I could also feel the stares on me.

“What is it?” I ask, pushing to the side Michael.

“Chandler, don't—!”

Y/N is hanging from his arms with a big smile I hadn't seen in a long time. Even though I wanted to convince myself that I didn't miss her, I did. I always did. I missed her bright smile, her sparkling eyes looking at me, and her soft skin against mine.

It feels like a kick to the throat.

She turns her head to me and her eyes grow wider. The smile isn't lighting up her face anymore. There aresome chants, mokes and nasty words. Though, I never care for that.

She never smiled like that when she was with me. Her eyes never sparkled like that when I talked to her.

Maybe I just wasn't made for her.

With trembling hands and tears welling up in my eyes, I give her a sincere smile. She deserves something more. Though, I won't be able to give her what she wants, I still hope she can find happiness.

She deserves something better.

[I'm so sad rn ha.
Anyway, I missed you guys!
I am on a new school now and though it sucks, I'm trying my best!
How you've been?
Love you!]

Until the next time,

Fa.