Depression Imagines *Triggers*

Cameron Dallas Imagine

(Your P.O.V)

I frantically scramble around for a towel to stop the blood from oozing out of the thin lines that decorate my wrists. I hold the white towel to my wrist and regret the choice of colour towel as it soon turns red. I dab my wrist and search for the bandages that are wrapped around my forearm moments after.

I use the already splotchy red towel to wipe up the mess on the floor, before gathering it up with the other dirty towels and cautiously walking out into the hallway towards the laundry. My older brother's friend Cameron Dallas is over so I have to be stealthy...

(Cam's P.O.V)

I scroll through Twitter as I round the corner, heading for the bathroom. I almost bump into (Y/N), and she jumps back a little, all wide eyed and looking nervous.

"Oh! I'm sorry!" She exclaims.

"No no it's fine!" I assure, my eyes trail to her hands.

They are clasping bloody towels to her chest.

"What's with the towels?" I ask curious as to why there was so much blood on the towels.

"Umm... I... Uhh... Well periods.. Ya know... So annoying!" She laughs awkwardly.

I shrug okay and continue to walk off after she scurries off blushing.

As I walk, my mind wonders to the towels. She must have had a shower... And I know I'm not a girl, but I was sure that you didn't bleed THAT much! But I could be wrong...

(Your P.O.V)

I hurry into the laundry and throw the soiled towels into the washing machine, turning it on.

I'm so glad that Cam didn't suspect anything! Otherwise I would be dead meat!

I head back down the hallway towards my room which is next to the bathroom. As I place my hand on the door handle, Cam steps out of the bathroom looking gloomy.

Oh no... A million thoughts race through my head. Maybe there's blood I left behind! Maybe I left my...

My hands immediately jump to my back pocket where I keep my razor... Nothing... Shit... I look to Cam's hands, one in his pocket, the other by his side, twirling the razor between his fingertips.

I am frozen with fear as he approaches me, the height difference becoming intimidating...

"Why?" He asks, frustration evidently being held back.

"Why what?" I decide to play dumb, and maybe he'll drop it.

Boy was I wrong...

"Don't play dumb! I know you've been hurting yourself with this!" He holds up the razor.

I stare at it blankly, not sure what to say...

"It's not right to do this to yourself!" He gets more and more frustrated.

"Look it's not like you would care anyway! Nobody does! So just drop it! Okay!" I snap getting annoyed.

"No! Because I care about you! And I won't let you do this!" Cam stares at me and I can't meet his gaze.

"Don't bother..." I whisper and begin to sob.

"What?" Cam's voice softens.

"I said don't bother! Everyone else said they would help me through! But they all ended up leaving me, or giving up! So I'm saving you the embarrassment..." I start crying harder, tears running down my face as I rush into my room, locking the door and crawling into bed.

I don't know how long I've been asleep, but it's dark when I crawl out of the covers where I have been sleeping. My eyes are puffy and red, and I feel like shit. The memories of what happened with Cam run through my head as I shiver and throw a hoodie over my jeans and tight long sleeve shirt. I open the door and look out into the hallway.

It's quiet.

So I walk down the hall through the lounge where the boys are sleeping to the kitchen. I turn the lights on and open the cupboard. I pull out a glass and turn around to fill it with tap water. As I watch the water rise in the cup, I see the outline of a person come in through the door. He stops at least a meter or two away from me and I wait until I finish a mouthful of the cool water before turning to face him.

"Hey..." He says in a low sleepy voice.

"Hey." I reply taking another sip from the water.

"Look I..."

"Don't bother." I interrupt.

I pour the rest of my drink out and walk past him towards the lounge room where my brother peacefully sleeps.

"Wait..." Cam pleads and grabs my wrist gently.

The bandages rub on my fresh cuts and I wince and he releases my arm.

"Sorry..." He says.

I look down holding my arm.

"Look. I know you are finding it hard to trust me..." He starts.

I look up at him with a 'No Shit Sherlock' face.

"But I want you to know that I am willing to help you. I really like you (Y/N)! And I want to help you get better because I can't stand seeing you like this." Cam says and tears flood my vision.

"No... You..."

"(Y/N) please... I love you..." Cam looks into my eyes.

"Don't lie to me..." I cry and he walks closer to me.

His strong hands find my waist and he pulls me as close as possible.

His soft lips graze mine, testing if I will pull away or not, before he swoops down again, capturing my lips with his.

Our lips move in synch and I can feel all of the pain and weight from my chest being lifted.

We pull away for air, but we stay close, looking into each other's eyes.

I look down blushing, and he lifts my chin up so our eyes meet.

"Be mine?" He asks in a hot low voice.

I look away again and start walking out the door.

"You don't want me..." I begin to doubt myself again.

"No babe. Please... I love you." Cam says, wrapping his strong arms around my waist from behind.

He rests his chin on my head and kisses my hair.

"Okay..." I smile...

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