blake richardson imagines

Flashback (@MusicGal_06)

This was requested by MusicGal_06 , enjoy!!

Warnings: self harm, depression, swearing.
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All I could see was the blurry image of the loop of rope. The tears clouded my vision as my sister took her position in front of it. "No!" I screamed, struggling against the man's rough arms. "She's innocent!!" I said.

I glanced left and right, seeing my 2 brothers and other sister in a similar state. They were attempting to keep calm. Every time I screamed for help, a sharp knife carved a gash into the pale skin of my arm. Every time I struggled, the rope around Nicole's neck tightened.

The tears rolled down my cheek, my green eyes now bloodshot from crying endlessly. We're being tortured.

"Izzie, it's okay. I deserve it," Nicole said, the penultimate knot being tightened. "I don't even know what you did wrong," I gasped, tears still prickling my eyes. "It's better that way," she whispered.

The final tighten happened and then there was silence. "NO!" I cried, feeling the blade pierce my skin once again. Blood trickled down my arm.

Nicole was gone.

I woke up shaking, the Realization of what had happened to me and my siblings  6 months ago dawning on me. Alessia's caring arms held me tight and Jackson rubbed my back soothingly. "It's okay, Iz. We're here," Noah muttered.
"WHAT DID SHE DO?!" I screeched at him, crazed and angry. "It's better that you don't kn..."
"WHAT DID SHE DO," I repeated, breathless.
"Shhh, it's okay," Alessia whispered in my ear, stroking my hair. "Blake's on his way,"

Blake?! He can't see me like this! He'll think I'm crazy. This can't happen. I shot out of my sister's arms and upstairs to get ready, or that's what she thought.

I stood in the bathroom clutching a razor, placing it upon my fair skin. 1 cut, she's gone and there's nothing you can do. 2 cuts, you're worthless and nobody cares about you. 3 cuts, hell, your siblings won't even tell you the whole story. 4,  they lied, Blake isn't here or he would've stopped you by now.

Noah's knocking on the door had faded out a while ago, and I just ignored it and forgot about it. But now, more frantic, heavy knocks were pounding on my door, followed by the panicked voice of my dearest boyfriend. "Izzie! Please let me in! It's me Blake!" he shouted through the wooden door. I sobbed, walking over, razor still in my hand. 

I collapsed in his arms as I opened the door for him, crying and screaming. He grabbed the razor from my hand and threw it in the bin, sitting on the edge of the bath tub. "Come here," he said sympathetically. He held his hands out wide as I ran into the, sitting on his lap with tears rolling down my face.

"Don't worry, baby. Blakey's here," He whispered, stroking my hair.

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For those confused, I have had to upload this a second time because the last one was taken down due to technical difficulties, sorry! This is slightly different but generally the same and I hope that's okay.

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