➰(A/N) TRIGGER WARNING!! SELF HARM INVOLVED IN THIS IMAGINE!! P.S PLEASE MESSAGE ME IF YOU EVER NEED HELP OR NEED SOMEONE TO TALK TO. ILL ALWAYS BE HERE😊 I LOVE YOU💞➰
This is the third time I've caught Sam and his "friend" "hanging out". As I see Sam smiling I think to myself "maybe I'm not enough". I mean if I was enough he wouldn't have cheated on me. Right? As I walk into me and Sams apartment and see his "friend's" clothes scattered on the floor. I walk into me and Sams room and just stand in the walkway. I was disgusted by what I saw ahead of me, my so called "loving" boyfriend of 2 years and some random slut practically eating each other's faces. I laugh bitterly which causes Sam and the sluts head to snap in my direction.
"B-babe I-I can e-explain" Sam stutters as he reached for me. I snatch my hand away. Sam looks at me with hurt,regret, and sadness in his eyes. I laugh in his face and grab my suitcase, which I had packed the night before. I look into Sams eyes, my emotions immediately changing from anger to sadness.
"Did you even think about me when you bright her into OUR bed?" I ask my voice shaky.
"I-i..." that's all I needed to hear. He didn't have an excuse. He didn't try to stop me from leaving. Wow, I can't believe I thought he actually loved me. Maybe my ex-boyfriend was right. Nobody loves me. Tears come to eyes as I think of all the times she laid in our bed with him, and the fact I never once crossed his mind. I finally reach my apartment. As I close he door, I sink down to my knees, breaking down into sobs. I finally calmed down and realized that there was no need to be crying, Sam was just a stupid boy who stole my heart, and never bothered to give it back. He still has it. Thoughts start popping into my head as I realized that Sam never loved me.
Not good enough.
No one will ever love you.
That last one was it. I immediately run to my bathroom and shut the door. I grab my razor and take out a blade. This is it. After 2 years of being clean, I relapsed. I thought I would never cut again. Sammy always told me I was stronger than this. That I could get through it. But he was wrong, and this was all his fault. Sammy was the one who fixed me. But he was also the one who broke me. Again. I drag the blade across my wrist every time Sam popped into my head. I finally realized that no one loves me and no one will love me again. I dig the wrist deeper into my wrist. Blood starts dripping out of my wrist. It hurts, yet heals so good. As I start to get dizzy Sam bust through the bathroom door with tears streaming down his face. It's all black...
(A/N) SORRY GUYS IF I MADE YOU CRY. PART 2??