SELF HARM IMAGINE.

luke hemmings

You have been bullied by calum hood for over 5 years. No one tried to help or stop him. Not even the teachers. You had no friends, and no family and soon, no life. Your thoughts got interrupted by a shove into a locker. Your head hit the metal and you let out a cry. "Listen (Y/N)," calum growled. "Why don't you just slit your worthless wrists and end your good for nothing life?" He threw pills and razor blades at you. You held back tears and ran into the bathroom. You heard yelling come from the hall and you started sobbing. You took out the blade you had hidden in your phone and started cutting your wrist. You couldn't deal with it anymore. Just as you went to go deeper, you saw the bathroom door open, so you ran in the stall. "(Y/N)? Its l-luke..I'm in your homeroom. I saw what h-happened." His voice shook with sadness. You scoffed. How could anyone feel sorry for me? Luke noticed the noise and walked closer. "I'm sorry for not stepping in, but please come out." You ignored him and grabbed the blade but dropped it. FUCK! You thought as it made a noise. "(Y/N)? y-you cut?" You heard him choke up with tears. You unlocked the stall and stepped out. He stared down at you. You were almost a foot shorter than him. He gently grabbed your wrist and saw the fresh cuts. "Please don't cut anymore. I'm here for you." Luke whispered. He gently kissed your forehead. "I'm yours now. I'll take care of you" you teared up but you nodded. "I won't cut anymore" you whispered.