Crushxreader

~Imagine #4~

A/N

This one will be about depression so there will be some trigger warnings

'Finally,' you thought once the school bell rang, letting everyone know that another day of hell was over. Good thing it was Friday.

You walked out of school and got on the bus. You got your phone out and put in your earbuds while playing 'Drown' by Tyler Joseph.

You looked around, and noticed that, as usual, everyone was happy. Everyone always seemed happy for some reason.

You were the only one that was never in a good mood. This year all your friend either moved or made other friends. It felt like no one liked you anymore. It didn't make you feel any better that your bully was also you crush.

Once you were home, you went to your room. No one was home so you didn't have to worry about anyone questioning what you're doing.

You went to the bathroom, and started looking for your blade. Cutting was kinda a normal thing now. You did this everyday after school.

You found the blade, and then sat on the floor looking at it. Then you put it to your skin, making blood come out.

After you did this, you heard your phone buzz. You looked at the screen, but didn't know the number that had texted.

The text said 'you dropped your notebook at school is it ok if I bring it to you'

'what the heck? Who is this?' You thought. You put some toilet paper on you cut to stop the blood and went and looked in your backpack for your notebook. It wasn't there.

You replied 'yeah but who is this'. Thinking that it would be a while before you got your notebook back, you went back to the bathroom.

You got the blade and was about to cut for the fifth time when you heard someone at the bathroom door.

"Y/n, what are doing?" The person said coming up to you, taking the blade. You knew the voice. It was C/n.

"Why did you do this?" C/n asked another question, looking and sounding really worried.

"It doesn't matter." You whispered. "Yes it does. Where are the band aids?"

"The cabinet." You couldn't really say anything loud at the moment so you had to whisper.

C/n got the band aids and ripped off some toilet paper. C/n grabbed your wrist and wiped some of the blood off with the toilet paper then put a band aid on you cuts.

"Why are you doing this?" You asked. "Because I care about you."C/n replied.

"You don't seem to care at school." "I'm so sorry for everything I've done. I do care about you. A lot."

You felt a tear run down your cheek. C/n hugged you. "I'm sorry." After that you felt like you were being picked up.

C/n carried you to your room. "You look tired. You should probably get some rest."

"Ok. But how did you know my phone number and why didn't you knock before you came inside?" You asked.

"I found it in your notebook and I did. No one answered so I came in to look for you." C/n said.

"Oh." C/n sat down on your bed beside you. "What?" You asked when you noticed C/n looking at you.

"I-" C/n started to say but stopped. Then you felt lips on yours. You kissed back.

"I really like you." C/n said once both of you pulled away. "I like you to." You said.

"I should probably go." "Yeah." "Before I leave, will you go out with me?" C/n asked.

"Yes." You smiled. "Bye." C/n said, smiling. "Bye." You said.

A/N

This one sucks but oh well. I'll try and make the next better.

Bye ✌️