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Personal George Imagine

As you take a glance in the mirror all you see is flaws, the fat that hangs over your stomach, spots, awful hair. You sighed and laid down on the bed. You were supposed to be getting ready for a party with George who'd be coming around soon but you didn't feel in the mood now, you felt insecure and no doubt there'd be much prettier girls flirting with George at the party which'd make you feel worse. 'why can't i be pretty?' 'Why can't i look like someone else?' These are the thoughts that ran through your head as the blade ran along your skin. As  you quickly shoved the knife in a draw you heard a noise at the door "Babe i'm home!" you heard George's familiar voice, he was making his way upstairs. You went into panic mode, your dress wasn't long sleeved and the cuts hadn't dried up yet, you'd better just hope he did notice. But he did, as soon as he saw you he ran up to you asking whats wrong, you tried to shrug it off but George knew you well enough to know when you've been lying. Thats when he grabbed your hand, looking at you he tried to reassure you there's nothing wrong with your body. Thats when he saw your cuts. (Y/N please don't do this, you're hurting your lovely skin. You're beautiful with or without scars, i wish you'd see this. Please try and stop, i don't wanna lose you" George spoke as the tears ran down his cheeks. You nodded hugging him, wiping away the tears that you caused.