WDW IMAGINES

holding on | jack

I read the anonymous texts, I seen the posts and comments. This fandom really doesn't like me. I don't know what I did to them, but the things people are saying are only getting worse.

Jack recently posted a picture of us together for the first time, causing hell to rise over. He hardly ever reads his comments, so he has no idea what people are saying to and about me.

Jack was currently out with the boys at a dinner meeting. I locked our bedroom door, going right to the bed. I sat down, scrolling threw the thousands of comments of nothing but hate. I ran my fingers threw my hair, letting my tears fall.

what happened to gabbie? at least she was prettier

jack doesn't even look happy with her

it'd be better if she was far away somewhere, and dead

she's always with them, she's so annoying and clingy

I deleted my instagram and canceled my phone plan, getting ready to switch my number so I wouldn't have a constant reminder of how worthless I am.

I shut my phone down completely, tossing it across the room towards the door. It clashed and fell with a shatter. I put one of Jack's sweatshirts on to hide the fact that I use to be a cutter. Jack is the reason I stopped. He made me the happiest when I needed it the most.

I looked at the old scars of all the past bad memories. I spent most of my teenage years being abused by my mother. My father was an alcoholic who passed away due to alcohol poisoning when I was ten. My older siblings left me with my mother knowing what she was doing to me.

I was suicidal, depressed. I hated the life I lived. Then I met Jack when I was sixteen. Now, three years later, we're closer then ever. I told him my past life, making him force me to come live with him. I've been going on tour with them mostly. He doesn't want to leave me back at their shared place, mainly because he doesn't want me to be lonely.

I ran my fingers over the scars, fighting the urge to make new ones. Jack told me if I ever thought about doing it again, to call him if he wasn't around. I don't even want to look at my phone.

I went over to the bedroom bathroom, sitting down on the edge of the tub. I ripped out everything from under the sink, searching for anything I could hurt myself with. I opened up a new pack of razors, scanning the blades. I haven't done this in so long, what would Jack think?

I sat the razor down on the sink. I quickly opened the medicine cabinet, knocking all the pill bottles out. I tossed Jack's meds aside, finding the sleeping pills. I dumped a few in my mouth, swallowing them dry. I looked in the mirror, slamming the bottle into it.

When I'm upset and angry, I act out and hit things. Another thing Jack hates. I went back into the bedroom, leaving everything a mess. I laid down, climbing under the blankets.

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jacks pov

I tried texting Y/N but the messages wont go through. We drove home, wore out from all the new tour dates we talked about. I can't wait to tell Y/N all about it. She's gonna be so excited.

We all headed inside, going to our rooms. I went to open our door but it's locked. "Babe?" I knocked. No answer. I knocked again, nothing. I began to worry. I called the guys to help me break the door open.

Once we did, the room was trashed. Her phone was on the floor by my feet, completely shattered. I looked over at the bathroom, pill bottles and blades everywhere. "No no no," I panicked. I seen her laying on the bed, blacked out.

"Call 9-1-1!" I yelled to them. I grabbed her head, trying to wake her up. I told one of them to check what she took. "Sleeping pills," Zach placed his hand over his mouth, bitting down on his finger. I felt tears building up.

"Baby please," I cried, pulling her body to my chest. She was wearing my favorite sweatshirt. I checked her arms to see if she did anything, thankfully she didn't. I checked to see if she was still breathing. Barely.

Soon the ambulance arrived, taking her away. We got in the car and followed behind them.

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your pov

I blinked slowly, adjusting to the lighting. Someone was holding my hand. I turned my head, seeing Jack.  Across the room was the rest of the boys. They all looked extremely restless. I squeezed his hand, signaling I was awake. His eyes instantly met mine.

"Baby..." I knew he was upset. Scared. "I told you to call me. You can tell me anything, Y/N." By now, all the boys were looking at me. I looked back at Jack, his cheeks were red and puffy from crying so much. He was still in the same outfit he was in when he went to the dinner meeting. They all were.

"How long have I been in here?" I asked, looking at the clock. "Just about twelve hours." Jonah sighed. "Why'd you do it?" Daniel asked bluntly. Jack gave him a glare. "Go to Jacks recent photo of us together and read the comments. I bet you have some under your guys' photos too. The fandom doesn't like me."

Jack deleted instagram, "I'm staying off social media for awhile."

"Me too," Corbyn placed his phone back in his pocket.

"Same here," Zach nodded.

I smiled at them. "Thank you guys but you don't have to." They all smiled back, "You're like family now, Y/N. We do whatever it takes to keep family together. No hate is gonna tear us apart." Daniel leaned forward a bit.

"I love you guys."

"We love you more baby." Jack kissed my hand.

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