Why Dont We Imagines & preferences

{All a Lie} C.B

"If it's so bad then leave!" He yelled.

"Because I'm trying to make us work!" I shouted back.

"There is no us okay Y/N. There was never an 'us' there was just you and your dilusional mind" He caused my heart to break.

"If there was never an 'us' then what we're the kisses? What were the flowers? The countless amount of hugs and love notes!? If there was never an 'us' then why would you say you loved me!?" I screamed as the tears fell down my face.

"Y/N come out of the bathroom please" his voice cracked as he pounder on the wood that separated us.

"The 'I love you' was a fake Y/N and you should know that because you know damn well you faked them too!" He spat, pointing a finger at my chest as his tears now fell.

"Please Y/N you know I didn't mean any of it, please Y/N Please!" He begged, I heard his body hit the door as it slid down to the ground, his silent sobs muffled.

"If they were so fake then why would I have said them? If they were fake why would I take time out of my day just to let you know how much I actually love you? If they were so fake why did I say them every night? Every morning? If they were so fake then why is there THIS DAMN PAIN IN MY HEART WHERE YOU CAUSED IT TO CRACK CORBYN!? WHY!" at first I was calm, but now? Now I was broken.

My heart is shattered into a million peices, you say you didn't mean it and you want to help me but all you do is step on the broken peices of my heart and crush each individual peice into a million more.

When will you stop?

When will you stop using me, stop telling me you love me and do "nice" things just to make yourself feel better.

You will never stop.

I will never stop trying to escape.

"Please Y/N come out" his head hit the door. I flinched as I crawled further into the corner of the tub.

"You are so damn dramatic it makes me wonder how any one could say I love you and actually mean that bull shit. Love is a lie we tell each other so we can sleep soundly at night. Love doesn't exist" his lip cwivered, my legs shook from underneath of me.

"Dont you dare. No, you can not say that to me. Don't you dare ever say something I felt was a lie, don't you dare say that Corbyn Besson because I love you. I love you and you can't tell me any different because I still feel the butterflies when you walk in a room, I still blush when you look my way, I still  feel my heart skip a beat when you say my name, I feel the electricity when we touch. Don't you dare say I never loved you because I did love you and I haven't stopped loving you"

"Dont say that" He muttered.

"Why not!? It's what you wanted to hear since the beginning! Ever since we kept this a secret from the others! Ever since the first day we met! Two years Corbyn! Two years of hiding this, of seeing other girls all up on you and no being able to do anything, two years of you telling people you're single when I'm standing right beside you! Two years of me feeling empty and broken because of hiding us!"

"What I have I done that was so bad in the past two years huh?"

"OPEN YOUR EYES CORBYN! OBVIOUSLY YOU DID SOMETHING BAD ENOUGH TO PUT ME HERE LIKE THIS!" He didn't say anything, just looked at me. "Open your eyes and see how much mine have cried over you" He didn't say anything. Just stopped and stared at my shaking body, my blood shot eyes and my flushed face, the tears brimming my eyes and the ones falling down my cheeks.

"I am so sorry" He whispered. He didn't look me in the eyes.

"Please Y/N open the door, I don't want to hide, I never wanted to! I wanted to protect you" He admitted.

"Fuck off Corbyn!" I yelled as my voice cracked, I sounded hoarse, dead inside.

"There is an us. I lied, I'm the one who lied because I was scared.  I was scared Y/N. I was scared out of my bloody mind of losing you, scared that if I let myself believe in love, belive in us, it would end like this and I'm not scared anymore. No. I'm fucking petrified. I don't want this, I don't want you crying, I don't want your heart to break because of me. I don't want to be the one who let you go without a fight. I don't want to lose you. I just want you, I want people to know you're mine, I want them to know I'm not single, I want to scream it to the world that me and you are together and everyone else can fuck off. And if you don't come out of the bathroom I might as well break this fucking door down because I love you and nothing can come between me and you, nothing will stop me from getting to you" his fist pounded on the door as I heard his feet carry him away.

The blood ran off my wrists and fell to the white tiled floor. The tears fell, the screams lodged in my throat threatened to come out as one.

I was weak, I was failing.

I tried to speak but my words only came out as gasps for air. My legs didn't want to work, they refused to get me to the door.

My hands were shaking, one dropped the razor, the other draped itself on the toilet lid.

"C-Corbyn!" I yelled, the pain escalated as my chest tightened, the air in my lungs gone. 

"Y/N!?" He yelled through the door.

"H-help me!" I screamed as the words tore at my throat, my heavy breathing turned into wheezing, I couldn't breath, I couldn't think straight.

The door burst open as Corbyn stood there in shock as he looked over my limp body, lying on the once white tile floor, what was now stained red.

His arms clasped around my body as he carried me out the door and into the car.

Things started to go slow, Corbyns frantic face as he put the keys in, the look in his eyes as he glanced at me making sure I was still awake, his breathing, his words.

"Please stay with me" his hand grasped my own.

He ran through traffic, running every red light he could.

The hospital doors flung open as he carried me in, yelling for nurses and doctors.

Strange hands laid me down on stretcher as it carried me away.

Corbyn ran his hands through his hair, his face red but flushed at the same time as they held him back from me. He watched me until they turned, keeping me out of view from him, him out of view from me.

I looked up to the ceiling as we passed the lights, each one blinding me more than the next, each one becoming less and less visible.

They put an oxygen mask over my face, trying to keep me from passing out.

Finally we turned into a room where everyone scattered to different places, all doing things to help me try and stay alive.

All failing as my world turned white, my vision blurred and blinded by this agonizing white light that took over, that called me over.

The one I refused.