*WARNING: This contains text that might make you uncomfortable. I suggest you don't read it if this is a touchy subject for you. I'm sorry.
I felt like absolute crap. I always have and I always will, there wasn't anything that could restore me back to my happy-go-lucky self. Yes, I was Michael Clifford's girlfriend. I should be the happiest person and I was, it's just, being his girlfriend also brought problems. The hate, I just can't take it anymore. I told myself I wouldn't let it get to me, but it always does. Even if it's just going to the mall, there will always be someone calling me a "gold digger" "attention whore" "slut" and I just can't anymore. Michael is out of my limit, way out of my limit. I went on Twitter, which was even more worse. I went on to delete it but I ended up searching up my name and it was a mistake. I read tweet after tweet how I was worthless and how Michael was only dating me because he felt bad for me. How I was just using him for fame, how he doesn't love me and he won't ever love me. It just kept going, from calling me ugly to telling me to kill myself because no one would care and how people would dance on my grave and celebrate that I was gone.
@F/T/N: "Michael will never love Y/N, she's a whore who just wants attention and got it by rubbing her cut wrists in his face. He's only dating her because he feels bad. She made him date her. She's just using him. A worthless, ugly, slut, just using him for fame and taking him away from what he really wants. Y/N if you're reading this, you should just cut till you die, no one would care."
That tweet is what sent me over the edge, I couldn't. I was clean for 4 months but today was the day I wouldn't be. I left the computer on the bed and went into the closet, going to the back and grabbing an oh-so-familiar box. I took it and walked into the bathroom, shutting the door and locking it. Setting the box on the sink and opening it, I grabbed one of the blades and ran my thumb over it. I pulled up my sleeve and set the blade down, closing my eyes as tears fell and pushed down, dragging it across. The stinging feeling hurt, yet it felt good, I moved it up and cut again, moving it down and cutting again. Everything felt like it was disappearing, all the pain was being put in me cutting, I went deeper each time.
*Michael's P.O.V.*
"Y/N! I'm back!" I yelled as I walked in, I heard no response so I made my way up to our room. As I walked in, I seen the bathroom the door closed and assumed she was in the shower. I walked over to the bed and seen the laptop open, I sat on the bed and picked it up, looking and see that she was on Twitter, I soon see all the hate and one tweet in particular. I only read half and I quickly stood up and ran to the bathroom door.
"Y/N! OPEN THE DOOR!" I yelled, pounding on the door. "Y/N! OPEN!" I heard the sound of crying. "DAMNIT! OPEN THE DOOR Y/N!"
*Your P.O.V.*
I heard Michael pounding on the bathroom door and yelling for me to open it, I ignored him and just kept cutting, my vision blurry from crying. The last thing I heard was the door bursting open and then everything went black.
I did it again, I went to far. Maybe I'm dead, if I am, it's a good thing. No one cares, no one loves me, I'm nothing. Just a waste of space...just a waste of space.
A/N
Whoever requested this, I'm so sorry that it's late. We've been really busy.
~ Kam ♡
YOU ARE READING
5SOS Preferences and Imagines ♡
FanfictionPreferences and Imagines written about Luke Hemmings, Michael Clifford, Calum hood and Ashton Irwin :)