Sidemen Imagines

• wroetomd (3) {part 2}

After my violent sobs of cries, I got up from my knees and looked at myself in the mirror as I hear the voices in my head again.

look at yourself, you are so ugly and disgusting.

you don't deserve to live, nobody loves you.

why don't you just give up?

I looked at my arm and cleaned it up then walked to my bed and laid there with tears still falling from my eyes. I just wanted to die. I don't want to live anymore.

"I am a fucking failure." I said out loud to myself.

yes, you are a very big one.

I grabbed my hair and started yanking it from the roots as I violently started shaking around on my bed. I stopped and laid there till I feel asleep.

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The next morning;

I woke up with a massive headache, I got out of bed and walked to the bathroom. I saw my puffy eyes swollen from crying last night, I looked down at my cuts that was still fresh. I must admit the release of the blood felt good.

I heard the door bell ring that must be my friend Chris. I wasn't ready to see him today but I had no choice but to go see him.

I opened the door as I looked at him and smiled, he's face looked shocked as he saw the state of me. I let him into my house, I took him to my bedroom as I laid on my bed.

"Harry, are you okay?" Chris asked laying next to me.

I don't know how much I could take anymore.

"Yes!" I lied as my voice began cracking.

"Look me in the eye and give me that answer." He said.

I tried looking at him in his eyes but I couldn't, my tears was fighting to fall. I tried to hard to keep them in but I started crying violently, I rested my head on his chest. I felt his arms around my body as I just cried nonstop.