Sad and cute Why Don't We imagines ||COMPLETED||

Request//Z.H.

Request: by @smexyseavey70
Boy: Zach
Age:18
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TRIGGER WARNING

Zach's P.O.V.

"Oh hello Zach, what are you doing here?" Aaliyah's mom asked as she opened the door.

"I was just wondering if Aaliyah was home? We were supposed to meet up at the skatepark with some other friends but she never came."

"Oh, she said she was feeling sick earlier this morning so she stayed home. She should be up in her room if you'd like to go and see her, I was just heading to the store."

"Thank you!" I quickly said and walked through the door she held for me, after I began walking up the stairs Aaliyah's mom left.

This wasn't my first time being in Aaliyah's house, and it most definitely wasn't my last but for some reason this visit felt...different.

Aaliyah's P.O.V.

Not many people understand that Zach and I are just friends, I mean, don't get me wrong I would love to date him, I have always liked him way more than just the friend way, but I know he doesn't think of me the same way.

user1: Zach is too good for her

user2: What does he even see in her?

user3: Zach could do wayyy better

user4: She's so ugly

user5: She's just using him

user6: She should just disappear, she'd be doing everyone a favor

user7: I feel bad for the mirrors in her house

user8: trolls don't have houses user7    

When will it all end?

...I can't make it end but I do know a way to numb the pain...

I slowly grabbed my razor blade from the drawer, I removed my bracelets to keep them clean.

I brought the cold piece of metal to my wrist, it's been so long since I've done this.

I thought I was doing better...

With a deep breath I pushed down on the metal blade.

The harsh stinging pain on my wrist made all of my worries in the world disappear, the only thing I could focus on was the stinging coming from my wrist as the cool air met with the small amount of blood on my wrist.

After the first cut was done, it felt as if I couldn't refrain myself from making more of the small slices.

I watched as blood trickled down my arm, then I felt a warm tear roll down my cheek.

Maybe these people are right, maybe I should just end it all right now.

Suddenly my small cuts began to grow in size. They started to go deeper and deeper into my now irritated skin.

I watched as each fresh cut began to let my dark red blood trickle down my arm.

Soon enough the bathroom had a thick scent of fresh blood, and a heavy atmosphere.

My head began to pound as I felt blood rushing...

I think I made the last few cuts too deep.

I couldn't feel my left arm but it continued to pour blood, there was a pool of it at my fingertips...