Nash Grier Imagine for @mrs_emma_franta
*Trigger Warning*
Emma's Point Of View:
I was alone in mine and Nash's hotel room, watching Bridesmaids. Nash was out with Cameron, Carter and Hayes, but I wasn't feeling very well so I decided to stay at the hotel room by myself.
After a few minutes of watching the movie my phone was non-stop vibrating. I let it vibrate the first couple of time because I didn't feel like getting up and getting my phone off of the dresser.
So I decided I should finally check my phone. I forced myself out of the bed, grabbed my phone, and then sat back down on the bed.
Twitter, Twitter and more Twitter...
"Nash deserves so much better then that whore."
"She's not even attractive, I look way better then her."
"Nash's new girlfriend should just kill herself."
"Nash's girlfriend is fat and ugly as hell, she should drop dead, no one even likes her."
I felt a tear roll down my cheek. I never really handled the hate very well.
I was 10 months clean from cutting my wrists. But I knew I would no longer be 10 months clean...
I walked over to my purse, that was sitting on the floor, and grabbed my razor. Not thinking I would ever have to use it again.
I walked to the bathroom, locked the door behind me and sat on the cold tile floor.
I was usually stronger then this, but ever since Nash told his fans about me I've just gotten so much hate and I never know how to handle it.
I slowly pressed the sharp silver blade against my shivering skin.
Pain wasn't the word to describe my feelings, I would describe it as relief.
I looked down at my arm and saw red slipping off of my arm. Warm, solid red, blood.
I heard the hotel room door open and quietly close. "Emma?" I heard Nash mutter from the other side of the bathroom door.
I took a deep breath in and said "Yes?" I knew he could tell by the way my voice sounded that I was crying. Whenever I cried my voice was always a pitch higher then usual.
I was in a déjà vu moment. I felt like this had happened before. All the same emotions and voices inside my head.
"Emma open the door." Nash firmly said to me, repetitively twisting the door handle.
I just ignored him and continued.
"One slice for beauty."
"One slice for skinny."
"One slice for perfection." I said to myself.
"Emma open the fucking door!"
Nash surprisingly found a way to open the door. He pushed the door opened and hugged me tightly.
"Why are you doing this to yourself Em?" Nash asked me.
"Your fans are right. I am worthless. I should just kill myself..." I said.
"Please don't say that. You mean everything to me. I'm in love with you Emma and If you were gone I wouldn't want to live. Knowing you wouldn't be by my side would mentally kill me." Nash confessed.
I just crying into his chest. Tears of joy or sadness? I think maybe a little bit of both.
Nash cleaned my arm up for me and kissed all my scars after. He told me that I was 'already beautiful' and that i should 'never change' because he fell in love with who I was as a person and that my physical appearance was beautiful but didn't matter to him. He loved me because my heart was sweet and not bitter like all the other girls.
He carried me to the bathtub and we were laying next to each other. His arms wrapped around me and my head way on his chest. My eyes were closed. I was surprisingly calm.
"I love you Emma." Nash stated.
"I love you too Nash." I said back to him, smiling to myself.
Placing my lips on his, knowing I was safe in his arms and that I didn't have to worry about anything any longer.
- End Of Part -
I hope you liked it Emma! <3
I just wanted to say really quickly, that for those of you who do self harm or are going threw a bad time in your life, that i love you and i know that its hard to 'stay strong.' But if you really do stay strong then sooner or later things will get better. I'm personally struggling with anorexia and self harming. So i know exactly how you feel. If anyone ever needs to talk you can always message me on here or just go to my profile and look at my bio for my instagram, twitter, kik etc. if you want to talk on there too. Love you.
xoxo.
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