Justin Bieber Imagines {Requests Closed}

"Good Enough.." (Isha)

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.

This is another self-harm imagine, which are always extremely important imagines to me, hope you like it.

Song for this imagine: Good Enough by Little Mix. Give it a listen whenever you're feeling insecure or down on yourself. Because you are good enough. xx

*Isha's POV*

Justin Bieber - Having Some Late Night Fun In Brazil

Justin Bieber, Filmed by Mystery Girl Whose Been Identified as Prostitute

Late-Night Partying of Boyfriend Bieber Becoming too much for Isha?

Isha Pictured Hugging Male Friend, Wesley Stromberg. Adios, Justin Bieber, The Boyfriend Who Sleeps At Brothels On Tour?

I stand in front of the mirror in Justin and I's bedroom. I lift up my shirt and drop my pants to the floor.

I stand there, and I inspect my body. My figure. I take in every inch. Every detail.

It's hard, as tears tend to blur your vision, but I try.

No wonder he's off having some fun in Brazil, right? Look at me. I'm.. I'm a pig. An obese pig. 

No. He mightn't have really done anything bad. Maybe it's just the media making things up again!

But.. There's a video.. A girl filmed him sleeping..

There's a pulling inside me.. Tension.. A mini war, of sorts.

Cut. Don't cut.

You're beautiful, see it. Ew. You? Why live anymore anyway?

Don't do this. Take away the pain, just once.

I drop to the floor, sobbing.

I run my hands down my face.

I am, the diamond you left in the dust,

I am, the future you lost in the past,

Seems like, I never compared,

Wouldnt notice if I disappeared.

You stole the love that I saved for myself, and I watched you give it to somebody else,

But these scars,

no longer I hide,

I've found the light you've shut inside.

Couldn't love me if you tried

Am I still not good enough?

Am I still not worth that much?

I'm sorry for the way my life turned out,

sorry for the smile I'm wearing now,

Guess I'm still not good enough

I sit back on the floor, razor in my shaking hand.

I don't even know if I'm going to do this right..

I bring the razor down to my thigh, then rip it off and bring it back up. Tears stream down my face and I bring it back down.

Once, just..once.

I bite my lip hard and bring the blade back down to my thigh, sliding it against my skin as a sting shoots up my body.

Guess I'm still not good enough

"ISHA! ISHA, BABY! IM HOME! FOR A QUICK VISIT!" Justin yells as I hear the front door close.

Oh no. Why is he here?

Did the Brazil girls suddenly get boring?

"Isha?" He drops his bags and runs up the stairs. I hear his footsteps coming closer, closer, closer..

"Baby girl! I missed you so mu-" He stops and stares at the blade beside me, the blood, and my scar.

"W-what.. I.. Isha.."

I shake my head. "Just don't."

"Babe, I want to-"

"Please!" I scream at him as a tear drips slowly down my cheek. "Don't.." I whisper pathetically.

He drops to his knees. "I never meant to hurt you.."

I press my lips together as they tremble, and Justin inches forward.

"Cause there'll be no sunlight, if I lose you baby, there'll be no clear skies, if I lose you baby," He starts to sing softly as he comes closer and closer. "Just like the clouds, my eyes will do the same, if you walk away, everyday it'll rain, rain, rain-ai-ai-ain, ooh ooh oh oh.. Ooh ooh oh oh.." Until he's right beside me.

Instead of saying something, he picks up the razor and takes it into our bathroom, throwing it away. 

I hear the water running and he comes back with a wet facecloth.

"I'm not going to hurt you," He tells me as he walks out of the bathroom.

Before he sits down again, he starts to play music.

Mine by Taylor Swift is the first song to play.

I want to smile at his adorable attempts, but I don't. Not today.

He sits beside me then, and picks up my legs ever so gently.

He lies them on his lap and starts to dab my scar.

Right to left. Until most of the blood is gone.

"Isha.."

"Justin, I-"

"No. It's my turn, baby girl. Please, just listen to me, you are the best thing that's ever been mine," He sings along. "Brace myself for the goodbye, cause that's all I've ever known, but you took me by surprise, you said I'll never leave you alone.. And I wont, Isha. I wont. I know you're sick and tired of being so far away from me, with all these stories coming out all day every day, it's hard, and I..I don't want to hurt you anymore.. Please, know that I never, ever cheated on you. I went to a brothel, yes, which was stupid and horrible and a mistake, but I didn't sleep with anyone. I.. I want to be the best man, for you, and..I'm just not. I'm still growing and I'm learning, the hard way mostly, and I'm trying as hard as I can to be the perfect man for you, but.. But I'm just not. I wish I could be, though. You deserve the world, Isha. Not a blade or a bad boyfriend or lies or deception. The world," He licks his lips and takes my hand, kissing it before he laces our fingers together.

"Can you promise me one thing?"

"Only if you can, too,"

He nods. "Never, ever, cut yourself again."

I nod in agreement. "Never, ever," I mock, "leave me again."

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