Billie Eilish Imagines

Blue Eyes, Cloud Lips(1)

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Trigger Warnings:
Self Harm
(Comment if there is another trigger warning in this to you and I will put it in, in the future,,,)

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I walked into school.

I had my bag slung over one shoulder for a bit, until someone tugged it off, "Hey!" I turned on my heel quickly only to be met with eyes I knew all too well, Billie.

Billie Eilish, my crush. My best friend.

I sighed in relief, "Hey, (Y/n)!" She gave me a toothy grin, I smiled back, "H-Hey, Bean." I said, "So, doing anything tonight?" She asked, "No, what about you?" I asked, "Well, n-..." Her eyes wandered off, I turned to see Brandon, I felt a pang in my heart as I remembered the day she told me she had a huge crush on him.

He winked at her, and a blush rose across her face, I felt tears threaten my eyes, "Nice talking to you, bye!" I smiled fakely, "W-Wait! I was gonna ask if you wanted to-..."

"No. Never." I answered, "W...What? Why?" She asked, "Because, I...well I can't tell you!" I said my voice cracking as I ran away, she was gonna ask me to stay the night, but everytime I do I just listen to her go on and on about Brandon. Till she broke my heart completely telling me how much she'd love to hold his hand and kiss him.
I hid in a closet and began to cry, harder and harder till I was hyperventilating, I closed my eyes tightly, beginning to take slow, deep breaths.

I dug in my bag for something sharp, I found a pencil sharpener, then remembered something, I grabbed the screw and slid the loose metal out, making the contraption fall apart in my hand revealing a razor.
One small enough to hide but still sharp enough to cut deep, I counted under my breath, holding it up to my wrist, "1...2...3." I hissed as it slid across the weak skin.

One.

Two.

Three.

Four.

Soon five cuts were spitting out blood at a slow rate, I grabbed a water bottle and band aids out my bag, washing the blood off, and stick the bandages over each cut.
I wrapped the razor up and threw it away, I walker into class, pulling my sleeve down, and sitting in my seat, which was right behind Billie's, I laid my head down, feeling a hand on my back and head, "(Y/n), baby, look at me." She whispered, baby, she always meant that in a caring way, not in a affectionate way, like a lover's way.
I looked up slowly, "Pull your sleeve up." She turned around in her seat fully.

"Don't talk to me ever again." I whisper...

"I can't promise that..."