Dylan O'Brien Imagines

7. Beaten Up Pt. 2// Stiles

*Trigger Warning*

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After what happened, I didn't think I was worth it, I didn't deserve to be here, to have someone as great as Stiles in my life. I didn't want to die, but I just wanted something to remind me of how my life has been, how my parents used to treat me before I started staying with Stiles and his dad.

I was in the bathroom, a sharp knife in my hand, and I knew I needed to do this. This was a good time to do it 'cause Stiles wasn't here to see it. I set the blade on the palm of my hand, symbolizing the life I've had without the good things in it. Blood began streaming from my hand, down my arm. Then, I lifted my shirt, and set the blade on my stomach, symbolizing the way I look. I knew I wasn't pretty, I wasn't skinny, I was fat. Even though Stiles told me differently, I just didn't believe it in my own heart.

I slid the blade over my stomach, and blood, too, began streaming down my abdomen. I cry out in pain and I hear the door creaking open and the sound of my name as Stiles runs to me. "(Y/N)! What are you doing?" He yells, taking the knife from my hand. He takes my wrist and holds my hand out in front of him. He lifts my shirt with his other hand and runs his hand over the cut on my stomach.

"(Y/N), why did you do this?" He asked in a whisper, trying not to scare me, looking up into my tear stained eyes. "I don't know," I lied, barely audible.

He carefully sits me down on the floor and begins to clean off the blood from my hands. Then, he takes my shirt off and cleans off the blood from my tummy, and carries me into his room. He takes one of his plaid shirts and puts it on me as he carefully sets me down on the bed. He wraps me in a blanket and sits in front of me.

"(Y/N), why did you do that?" He asked me, looking into my eyes with sympathy. "Because I'm not good enough. I don't deserve you, and I don't deserve to be here." I tell him. "Baby, what are you talking about?" He questions, confused.

"Stiles, I don't feel loved, I don't look pretty, and I'm fat." I pause, lifting up my shirt to show Stiles my tummy. "Stiles, look at this. I'm fat, and I want to be skinny, but I just can't seem to get that way." I start crying more.

"(Y/N)," Stiles sets his hands on my cheeks and pulls me towards him. "You are beautiful. You are the most adorable, beautiful, and best girl I know. And you don't need to be skinny to be pretty. You're not fat, and you're as skinny as you need to be. And to be honest, I love your tummy." He smiled as I smiled along with him as he sets his hand on my tummy. He, then, leaned forward and kissed my tummy. "Your tummy is adorable." Stiles laughed and I did, too.

Stiles pulls me up onto his lap and into his arms. "You're loved, (Y/N). More than you know. And I love you the most, to the moon and back." Stiles said as he kissed my lips. 

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I agree, this ones kinda weird, but in a way its sweet. Sorry if its weird tho. Comment and tell me what you think

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~Katie