Justin Bieber Imagines {Requests Closed}

"Die In Your Arms.." (Suicide for Carolina & All)

ATTENTION: EXTREME 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.

Alright so this is my 100th imagine, wow, and I just reached 300k reads, so thank you for all of that. Also, though this is for Carolina, it is also for Mariah and anyone else who is suicidal. Life is hard, it is, but never give up on yourself, ever, stay positive, and always, always, always, believe.

*Your POV*

Another tear trickles down your cheek. Is it worth it anymore? Worth the pain, the hassle, the hurt, the frustration? 

Justin may be the only thing keeping me alive right now. But I can't do it any longer. I cant.Life is too much, too hard, nobody cares enough to realize what I'm going through either..You take the blade that rests in front of you.

You know the drill. 

It eases trough the skin of your wrist, letting blood trickle down your hand, pooling slightly in your palm. The stinging of the blade can't compare to the stinging of your heart, and your mind, and your soul. 

You let out a slight moan and more tears pour from your eyes. As your sight goes splotchy you take a final look around the bathroom you share with Justin. 

Wait. 

Justin. 

"Justin!" You call out from behind the locked door.  

He replies with a light, "Yes, baby girl." 

"I l-love you," And your vision goes dark. 

*Justins POV*

 "Aw, I love you too, baby." I say before I hear a loud thud.  

I raise my eyebrow. What? What is Carolina doing in the bathroom? I knock on the door.

"Carolina? Carolina will you open up?"

 I hear no answer, and as I press my ear to the door I hear nothing. No sound whatsoever. As if all the life in the room had been taken. Panic grows in my chest and I do the only thing I can think of, I blow the door off its hinges. 

It may seem drastic, but with Carolina's history of self harm, silence is never golden anymore. 

My lips quiver and my knees tremble as I see a motionless Carolina lying on the floor, a blade just out of her reach and blood staining both her wrist and the floor. I fall to my knees and pick her head up in my lap.

"Baby, baby wake up!" I press my ear to her chest, no heartbeat. I panic. I pull my phone out of my pocket and an ambulance comes within three minutes. 

They load her into the back of the car and I climb in too, normally you aren't allowed to, but I'm Justin Bieber. My breathing is shaky. Don't leave me. Don't leave me. How could she do this to herself? I have her all my love?

Why did she still feel so much hate on herself? She's perfect, beautiful, lovely, everything .. And I won't be able to survive without her. Tears well up behind my eyes as I think about losing her. 

Positivity, Justin. Positivity. 

"This doesn't look good. What happened?" A male nurse asks me. "A-attempted s-s-suicide." I stutter on the word. Suicidial? My Carolina? We pull up in front of the hospital and they load her out and into the building like they're racing against time. My heart rate picks up again. What if she's really gone? 

I sit beside her in a plastic chair while she lies in a hospital bed, attached to hundreds of wires that are currently saving her life. 

She's alive, yes, thanks to my hours of prayers. Her eyes flutter open slightly. 

"Baby, don't talk.. Just listen. I've heard about suicide. Especially in girls who have low self esteem and intense insecurity. But I don't really understand it. Taking your own life away? Why would you want to do that? No matter how hard life gets, there's always one person who loves you and cares for you, even if you don't know it, and though I know now how you really felt, how could you do this? Try to kill yourself? For what? So the haters could prove some dumb ooint! What about me, Carolina?! I'm not trying to make this about me... But how would I survive without you by my side? I wouldnt! We'd both be up in heaven right now. An I don't want that. I'm in heaven right now just being with you.." 

"I'm so sorry.. I thought it was what I wanted... The-the last though I had was of you... Then I regretted my choice... You're al I need to survive. You're my saving grace... Justin.. You saved my life... I love you so much.. I-I-I," Her eyes tear up and she starts sobbing.

"I'm so sorry I love you so muh I didn't mean to do this to you I was being stupid... But I felt so much hate on myself and so much anxiety and stress... I couldn't do it.. But I'm sorry.. I am.." 

"Don't apologize, baby girl. I need to apogize. I wasn't there for you. I didn't even realize you were suicidal. You did nothing wrong baby, you're perfect as always. And thank god you're perfect and alive."

I grab her hand and rub my thumbs into her palms. I bring her hand up and touch it to my cheek.  

"Thank you Jay, for saving me." 

"Carolina, why would I not? I'm just happy I was there when it happened.." 

"S-some girls aren't as l-l-lucky and they really do d-d-d-die.." She tells me and another tear trickles down her cheek.

 "Shh," I pull her into my chest, "no more crying, you're okay now, just promise me you won't do this again." She nods into your chest but doesn't lift her head up.

She's so cute.

 When you try to speak to her again, she doesn't answer, but a soft mumble comes out of her mouth, and you realize she fell asleep. 

In your arms.

At least she didn't die in them.

  <3