You really love your boyfriend Cameron. He knows everything about you, everything, except one thing no one knows about you.. He know how hard your past was, with bulling, trust issues, suicide thoughts, an eating disorder, and a depression.. You still have the depression, and Cameron knows that.
He knows everything that happened, but there is still one thing you haven't told him..
You're home alone, because Cameron is on tour. You sit down on the floor, at the bathroom, and starts to cry. All the hurting word replaying in your head. 'Slut' 'Fat' 'Ugly' 'Starve yourself' 'You don't deserve life' ' Go kill yourself' You find your razor blade, and let the razor over your wrist. Again and again. The pain on your wrist, feels good, and you keep cutting your wrist. "Y/n.... What are you doing..?" You hear a familiar voice ask.. Fuck. Fuck. And fuck. You open your eyes and see Cameron staring at you, with tears in his eyes. You hide your cuts.
"Why didn't you tell me this..?" He ask and sits down in front of you. There is silence, until you finally speak. "I couldn't.." He looks more sad than before. "Can I see your cuts..?" He ask.. "Why?" You look at him and then down at you hand covering your cuts. "Because I wanna know, how many times that you needed me, and I wasn't there for you..." He cries. You take away your hand, and he cries harder. He lift your wrist up to his lips, and kiss every single cut.
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