Lesbian Celebrity Stories/Imagines

Imagine #9: "These are Battle Scars..."

Type of imagine: Sad

TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️ I WILL TALK ABOUT SUICIDE AND SELF HARM. SKIP THIS CHAPTER IF YOU ARENT COMFORTABLE PLEASE. I WILL HAVE AN AUTHORS NOTE AT THE END.

Y/n's pov:
I sat there wondering what life would be like without me. I should just end it. There's no point in living anyway. My family hates me, my friends replaced me, I bet Camila doesn't like me too. I bet she's lying to me. Im ugly. Im gross. I hate myself.

I walked into the bathroom. I grabbed my blade.

Camila's pov:
  "Y/n!!" I yelled. I walked in the house since I have a key. I took my shoes off and walked upstairs. "Babe!!" I yelled. I walked into the bedroom. Where is she? I walked towards the bathroom and seen her laying on the floor. Her wrist cut. Blood EVERYWHERE. I grabbed my phone and called 911 while wrapping her cuts with my shirt. "Babbyyyy." I said shaking her.

*3 mins later*

The ambulance came and took her and I. "Who are you to her?" The man asked. "Im her girlfriend." I said. "Has she self harmed before?" He asked. "Yeah... she's been doing it since she was 13. But she hasnt done it in 9 months." I said. "And her age now?" He asked. "She's 22." I said. The other nurse was tending to her.

Once at the hospital, they took her away from me. I had to wait to go see her. I sat down and texted her mom.

*20 mins later*

"Camila. You can see her now." The nurse said. I got up and walked to the back. She was laying on the bed with bandages. "Baby... its me... Camila." I said. "Please leave me be..." She said. "Why?" I asked. "Because I wanna be alone." She said. "No.. why do this again? You were 9 months sober from doing this..." I said. "Because everyone hates me. Even you." She said. I grabbed her hand gently. "Look at me... please." I said.

She looked up at me. "I love you y/n. I know times get hard. But I fucking love you. I will ALWAYS love you. Emmy, Bri and Tati LOVE you. Your family LOVES you. I want you to get help my love...." I said. "No. They're gonna lock me away." She said. "Y/n... please for me..." I said. She sighed. "Fine...." She said. "I promise it wont be bad.." I said.

Y/n's pov:
   After talking to Camila, they grabbed me and wheeled me upstairs to the psych ward. And Im on suicide watch so this BIG man stays looking into my room every 20 mins. Ive been here before and Ive done all this shit. It doesnt help. It makes my depression WORSE. I just wish Camila would understand that.

*a month later*

I finally get out. My scars are healing well. Camila is picking me up. She's come every week to see me which is nice but it sucked every time she left.

I walked out the doors and seen Camila. I gave her a big hug and broke down. "Im sorry..." I whispered. "Its okay babygirl. I know it gets tough but you got through it again." She said.

Camila's pov:
    After leaving the hospital, I drove home. We listened to music and had fun. Once home, her family and friends greeted her. We had a small welcome home party for her.

Y/n's pov:
   I walked upstairs and went to the bathroom. I locked the door and looked in the mirror. "Everything is okay." I said to myself. I could feel my depression fucking with me. I could feel an anxiety attack coming. "I dont wanna do this anymore. I wanna be happy. Im tired of living like this." I said to myself.

Camila's pov:
   I walked upstairs following Y/n. I could hear her through the door. I knocked on it. "One second." She said. I could tell she was wiping her tears. She opened the door and fake smiled. "You're perfect the exact way you are baby. I cant tell you how much you mean to me. Love is crazy. You're crazy but you're crazy makes me love you. I would rather deal with your issues EVERYDAY for the rest of my life than give up on you y/n. These are battle scars." I said to her.

"You mean the world to me. Happiness is always around the corner... as a matter of fact..." I said. I pulled out the ring and got on one knee. "Will you marry me y/n?" I asked. She started crying and nodded her head. I slipped the ring on and got up. She grabbed my face and kissed me. "I love you." She said. "I love you too babygirl." I said.

*3 months later*

I sat there watching as they buried her.... If only I was there... I could have stopped her. I cried my eyes out.

*after the burial*

I stood over her stone. "Why babygirl? Why leave me? Why result to this?" I asked. "I dont wanna live my life without you." I said. "My heart hurts that I couldnt help you." I said. "I wish I was there... I blame myself everyday." I said letting tears out. "I um... I hope you're resting my love. Watch over us.... please. I love you.. I always have. And I always will Y/n." I said. I kissed the stone and left my flowers and my favorite necklace. I pretty much buried it so noone could steal it.

I left with her family and friends. There was alot of people here. Close to 300 people. "See we all loved you babygirl... now rest up." I said looking at the sky. Im gonna miss her....

A/n: I had a tough time writing this little imagine. Depression is a serious thing. Suicide is a real thing. Please if you or anyone you know is suffering from depression and are thinking of committing suicide or self harming please call 1(800)-273-8255. I know what its like to feel like the world is against you but please call. Don't commit suicide. Again its 1(800)-273-8255. And for those who know of someone who've committed suicide, I hope they are resting. 🙏🏻💜