Shawn Mendes Imagines

A little too much

Before you read this I want you to know that I didn't write this to make fun of suicide or anything like that. I wrote this to make people see that words are powerful, so be careful which ones you choose.

I sat alone in the dark room. The sound of bath water running in the room beside me was the only thing that could be heard.

Kill yourself whore

She's holding Shawn back from dating anyone.

Bet Shawn will be glad when his suicidal friend is gone so he doesn't have to worry about her.

Tears streamed down my face as I walked into the bathroom. I left a note for whoever found me. It was laying on my bed beside my phone. I closed the door behind me and locked it. I didn't turn off the water, I just let it run. I looked up at the ceiling for a while as the warm water covered my body. I held my breath and went under the water.

Shawn's pov:
"Leave a message-." I ended the call and sighed. I've called her 6 times and she hasn't answered. I grabbed my coat and car keys and walked to my car. Today had to of been hard for her. I just hope she isn't alone right now. She's always been afraid of loneliness.

I pulled into her driveway. Something  doesn't  feel right. I don't know what it is but it doesn't feel right. The front door was unlocked so it was easy for me to get into the house. I heard the sound of bath water running. I jogged up the stairs and knocked on the bathroom door. The light was on so I figured she was in there.

"Y/n?" I asked knocking on the door. When I didn't get a response I started to panic a little.

"Y/n?" I said a little louder as I tried to turn the doorknob.

I banged on the door while yelling her name. My voice cracked signaling I was about to lose it. My eyes filled with tears making my vision blurry. I finally got the door to open. A loud sob escaped past my lips when I saw her lifeless body. I ran over to her and picked her up bridal style out of the water.

"No, no. Don't leave me. You can't leave me!" I yelled as I held her body tightly.

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I held her hand tightly as I watched her sleep peacefully. My eyes were swollen due to all the crying I have done in the past couple of days. I have kind of been in a daze all day. I haven't left the hospital since it happened. The door opened. A doctor walked in with a sad expression. "I'm so sorry," all of a sudden it was like my world came crashing down on top of me. I couldn't hear anything else he said. She was gone. She left me. I never got to tell her how much I love and appreciate her either.

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I walked up the wooden stairs. I stood in front of the sad relatives, and looked down at the piece of paper. "Y/N was my best friend. My only friend to be completely honest. She always listened to my problems and gave me advice. I always would ask her if she was okay if I noticed something was wrong but she usually would just say that she was fine and not to worry about it. I would do what she said, but now I wish I would of actually found out what was bothering her," a tear fell down my cheek, "How many suicides does it take for people to realize what they say hurts. Somebody's actions cost her life, and cost me my best friend. The woman I was deeply in love with, but could never tell her," I sighed shaky breath and said, "Suicide doesn't end the chance of life getting worse, it eliminates the possibility of it ever getting better."

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*3 years later*
Y/f/N
DOB - 2014
"I made it. I played Madison square garden. I released my 2nd album, and I'm going on a world tour. Sorry if I can't visit you for a while." I laid down her favorite flowers and stood up. I walked away and wiped the tear that managed to fall.