Depressed Magcon Imagines

Jack J

You were home alone and you weren't expecting any company. You were trying to stay strong and not give in to the whispers of your demons, but you couldn't do it. There was so much feeling inside of you, and you needed to let it out. There was only one way you knew how to do that. You ran upstairs to your bedroom and ripped open the dresser drawer where you kept your blade. You took it in your hands and you waisted no time.

You took your shirt and shorts off and began cutting in "hidden" places. You cut all over your stomach, reopening old cuts. You carved words such as fat, ugly, and worthless into your skin. You moved down to your hips and you ripped open the skin there. You grabbed a bigger blade from your drawer, in order to cut deeper. You tore you skin open countless times. Blood was everywhere. You still needed more, though. You went to your thighs and really started digging in. You used all of your strength on this one spot, and watched as your skin split open. You realized that this cut was different. It was too deep to heal on your own. You knew you were going to have to get stitches, which would mean other people would find out. This threw you I to a panic attack, which only made the situation worse. You cut up and down stomach and hips, trying to free the anxiety and panic from your veins, but it hardly helped. You felt your heart beating really fast and your hands were shaking , you knew if you didn't calm yourself down you would hyperventilate and pass out. You tried to calm your self, but that only made the thoughts rip through your mind faster. You felt your heart flutter faster than before and your hands were vehemently shaking. You started to feel dizzy, and then everything when black.

At the same exact moment you passed out, your boyfriend of six months, Jack, opened your door. It took him a second to process what was happening, but as soon as he realized, he rushed to your side. He brought you in his arms and held you tight, tears started falling from his eyes. You came back to reality and you felt Jacks arms around you. You pulled away and looked him in the eyes. You started sobbing and you shakily uttered,

"I- I'm s-orry, Jack"

You fell into his chest and just kept crying. You cried because you thought you were ugly, fat, and worthless. You thought you knew for sure that Jack wouldn't love you anymore after seeing you like this. You cried because you were embarrassed that he did see you, and because you were embarrassed that you were still crying.

All this time Jack was rubbing your back and whispering sweet things in your ear. When you finally stopped crying, he pulled you back so that he could look at you when he spoke.

"(Y/N), you're so beautiful, smart, funny, and nice. The list goes on forever. I truly mean it when I say you are perfect. I love you so much, and I don't want to see you do this to your self. I don't want to see your perfect body being torn to shreds because you're choosing to believe lies. I don't know where you heard that you weren't perfect, because it's not true. You are the most amazing girl, and you are my world. You're my reason for getting up every morning, you're the reason I keep going. I need you in my life, (y/n), and I have never loved any one more than I love you. "

"Jack, that was so sweet. I wish I could believe what you're saying, but I just don't see it. All I see are flaws when it comes to me, but I'm willing to try to see what you see, as long as you are here to help me. Jack, I need you. Please don't ever leave me. Every time I've almost gone through with suicide, my mind always ended up going back to you. You were the only thought on my mind, and I realized, that you are the only reason I would ever keep this life. I love you so much Jack."

Jack started crying when you talked about suicide. He pulled you in very close to him and held you so tightly, as if he never wanted to let you go. After about two minutes he got control of himself and he looked you in the eyes.

"Baby, I'm never leaving you. How could I? You are the best thing that has ever happened to me. I'm here for you, princess. We are going to get through this together. I promise it will all be better. "

After saying that, Jack pulled you closer to him once more and his lips met yours. The kiss was filled with so much emotion and so much passion. You truly felt loved You guys continued to make out, and it was as if you had forgotten everything that happened that day. Jack put his hands on your hips like he would any other time you were making out, and then you both realized that you forgot to clean up your cuts. He carried you to the bathroom and tried to clean them the best he could. You knew you would have to get stitches, though. He took you to a medical clinic down the street, and they stitched it up for you. When he brought you back home, you fell asleep with his arms around you, face to face. It was the most peaceful sleep you had slept in a while.