Supernatural: Imagines and Preferences

Sam Winchester Imagine: Crimson Stains

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(TRIGGER WARNING) - self harm, blood, suicide attempt

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(Not my A/N, this is the original authors A/N) - A/N: So this is my first Sam imagine. I'm not sure how I feel about it or not. If anyone's feeling at all down tonight, please don't read this–it could be very triggering. I hope I wrote Sam ok–with more practice hopefully I can get better. :) Here's some fluff and some angst–enjoy. x
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Just do it.

Do it.

You know you want to.

Your hands shake. You put them over your heads, trying toblock out the horrible words. But how can you block out the voices when they come from inside you?

Just do it.

Your head jerks. No.

You're not worth it.

You're not worth it not worth it not worth it.

The room is spinning around you, blurring, swirling into a stormy chaos that forces you to close your eyes to escape it.

But that's no good, because the voices thrive on the darkness. And now they have you. You can feel their cold touch snaking around you, pulling you backwards deeper into the recesses of your own mind where light and hope were all but nonexistent and a strange bloodlust ran wild.

Come on, do it. It'll make you feel better.

We promise.

You'll like it. You always do.

Don't you want to see that pretty crimson staining the floor?

Your whole body trembles, heats up. You start to sweat. But you don't move—you can't. They hold you captive.

Please, don't. Don't make me. I'm trying to get better.

Get better? You'll never get better.

You're a freak.

You're not worth it.

Dean and Sam? You don't deserve them.

You're a burden. A curse.

Come on, do it. It'll make you feel better.

Don't you want to see that pretty crimson staining the floor?

Do it. Do it. Do it. Do it.

Do it.

You snap. Some guttural noise rips from your throat and suddenly you're scrambling at that little drawer inside your jewelry box.

There you go. Good girl.

The shiny, silver, innocent looking blade finds it's way into your quivering fingers and you swallow, placing it against your skin.