Why Don't We • imagines/preferences

why • ja

*this imagine is about self harm so if you don't like these then just go to the next one, i'm writing this because someone sent me a message requesting it*

Why. Am. I. So. Useless. As i looked at myself in the mirror questioning myself, "Why am i still here" "Why doesn't anybody care?" i sighed looking at the razor blade to my left on the counter. I know this is bad but it releases everything i have built up, from not feeling wanted, to getting

constant hate from the Why Don't We fandom. Jack and i finally announced we were dating about 3 months ago which seemed like a good idea. Every time we would post a photo together there would be a ton of comments saying "Please confirm it already!" or "Y'all are so cute" 

"Please date already" and a bunch more. So when i told Jack i'm ready to reveal it to everyone, he was beyond stoked! I thought it wasn't gonna be that bad with the hate and thought i could handle the little amount, but boy was i wrong. As soon as he posted it multiple people came to

my account and started hating on me because "i'm using Jack for Fame" or "Jack doesn't even like me" etc. Of course there were a few nice people that actually supported Jack and I's relationship but majority didn't. When Jack first started noticing the hate he told me to not

let it get to me, which i just nodded at but it got to me alright. I haven't told Jack about my cuts, scars or about the hate getting to me because i don't want him to worry or break up with me because it's for the best. I really love him and don't want to loose him over stupid hate. I made

a few more cuts on my arm next to the scars already there and hissed when i cleaned the blood off. Jack was coming around later so i just put on a hoodie of his and went to my bed and just fell asleep. When i woke up, which was 30 minutes later, i heard my door creak open and opened

my eyes to see Jack trying to be quiet. "Aw, sorry i didn't mean to wake you" he said walking over as i sat up, "Don't worry, i couldn't sleep anyway" i lied as he sat next to me. "You alright?" he asked and i nodded clearly lying, "Why wouldn't i be?" "Because your voice sounds raspy

and you have tear stains down your cheek" he replied placing his thumb on my cheek. "Oh, yeah, i was watching the Titanic before and you know how i am with sad movies" i reply lying once again, "Should've guessed it was something like that" he chuckled before cuddling up 

next to me and i slowly felt myself fall asleep again. I woke up much later, like 2 hours, to not feel Jack next to me. I sat up confused and saw him sitting on the edge of my bed, "Babe?" i asked quietly since i did just wake up, he didn't flinch one bit. I raised an eyebrow before he turned 

around and it looked like he was crying? "Babe? What happened?" i asked worried and he just slowly shook his head, "Why is there a puddle of blood on your counter and blood stained in the sink and floor?" he asked and my eyes shot open. "U-uh, what do you mean?" "I walked in there

to use the bathroom and saw it like that. Now what happened y/n?" he asked in a stern voice. "I-i don't know" i stuttered and he sighed, "I have 2 theories but i don't want the 2nd one to be true..." he said quietly and i sat up more. "What are your theories?" i asked, "Well, it's either

you're just having a bad day, you know what i mean. Or, i don't really want to say it-" he let out a huge sigh before continuing "-are you doing anything to harm yourself?" "What! no!" i lied and he looked down to my, well, his hoodie and you could faintly see blood marks. "Don't lie to me 

y/n, i saw the razor blade and the blood on the sleeve proves other wise....and this" he says before pulling up the sleeve and when he saw them, his eyes shot open. "W-why?" he asked in a sad tone as tears filled his vision, "Because i can't do this anymore Jack! I don't want to leave

you or you to leave me because of the stupid hate getting to me. I can't help it but it's too much" i say tears flowing down my face now and next think i know, Jack engulfs me into a hug. "Why didn't you tell me?" he asked in a sad tone, still hugging me. "Because i don't feel like i belong 

here. Your fans don't like me, i feel like i should just go" i reply sobbing. He pulled out of the hug and put his hands on my shoulders still looking me in the eyes, "I-i don't really know what to say, but, please, just tell me things that are happening. I can't stand seeing you hurt yourself"

he said kissing my forehead. After that moment, Jack didn't leave my side for a while. He stayed at my apartment for the next 2 weeks, even stayed awake till i fell asleep. He informed the fans about how they could try be supportive because that would mean a lot to him, of course a few

hundred felt bad and started being nice. But there were still fans who didn't like me, but every time Jack would see a hate comment he would worry, so he would just block that account. What did i do to deserve Jack?