Sad Imagines

Jeremy x you (self harm)

You wipe your eyes, tears falling one after another. Your heart breaks more and more as you stare at your phone.
•Whore
•Kill yourself
•Go home and slit your wrists
You reread each message trying to find out why they would send this. Everyday you find yourself in the stall bawling your eyes out- fucking people suck. When you finally pull yourself together, you walk out of the stall. You scan to see if anyone is in there before you pull your sleeve up and take a quick look at your scarred up arms. You pull down your sleeve quickly, check you face and see if your makeup is still on- it's not. You grab the makeup from your bag and quickly reapply your eye makeup. When you're done, you take a doubly glance and leave. You head to your next class, bumping into a muscular guy.
"Oh god, I'm so sorry!" You look up at the guy- it's Jeremy.
"It's okay, Jer. I'm sorry- I wasn't really watching where I was going," you laugh awkwardly. He chuckles.
"Are you stoned?" He asks, obviously referring to your eyes. Your heart jumps, not sure if you should say yes or tell him the truth.
"No, just had something in my eye is all.."
"Mmmm. Well, let me walk you to class- we have math together. I'm not a creep- you just dropped your schedule."
"That sounds good." I smile at him. We're neighbors. We used to talk a shit ton- now we're more friends than best friends. The day goes by fast, you and Jeremy growing closer like you used to be. You guys have many classes together this year and get to sit next to each other. You get home and run to your room, hoping your dad doesn't notice you're home. You hear the door slam, meaning he has left to go to a bar. You let out a sigh of relief. You open your blinds and smile next door at Jeremy. He smiles back and waves. Your phone beeps- meaning someone has texted you. You jump and your heartbeat begins to race fearing it's the bullies. Turns out it's just Jeremy. You smile and blush and then look at the text.
•Can I come over and hang out?
•Sure! Just come straight to my room!
•Alrighty!
You clean up your room to make it presentable and make sure you look presentable, too. Your makeup from the day is still on and your outfit looks cute. You put down your curly blonde hair. You hear a knock at your bedroom door signaling Jeremy is here.
"Come in!" He opens the door and says hey. You motion for him to sit on the recliner across from you. You have a larger room since your dad let you have the master bedroom. You don't know why he did but he did- so you have the bedroom with the bathroom attached. You love that because you can self harm and it's easy to hide- you usually just leave the razors out because your dad never bothers to go in there. The house is always kept clean because you clean it everyday.
"So- how have you been?"
"I've been good, I guess. Yourself?"
"Good! My aunt is helping us out a lot. My sister has been hanging out with her new boyfriend so it's been a little lonely."
"I'm really sorry about you parents, Jer..."
"Thank you."
"I promise it'll be okay. I should be lucky- I have one parent at least."
"Y/N, I can hear him screaming from my room. He's a dick. We're both screwed, but at least we have each other."
"Do you want anything to drink?"
"Sure. Can I have some soda?"
"Such a healthy guy. Yes, what kind?"
"Anything works. Thank you!"
"No problem"

Jeremy's POV (going to be short asf)
When y/n leaves, I head into the bathroom to quick pee. As I'm peeing, I notice a tiny silver metal thing on the bathtub. I quick finish and zip up my pants and walk over to it. I take a closer look and notice it's a razor blade. I turn it over in my hands and take it all in. Surely it just broke from a shaver or something... right? I look even closer and notice it has dried blood on it. I decide to look into the trash can and see paper towels full of blood underneath a shampoo bottle she tried to hide them with but failed. I have no idea how to go about this...
I hear her come up the stairs to I quick run to the recliner and act like nothing happened.

Your POV
I walk upstairs, hearing a little commotion going on from upstairs. I open my door and see a nervous Jeremy.
"Hey, you all good?"
"Yea- why??"
"You look nervous," I say looking at him intensely. I quick glance into the bathroom- the lights on. "Did you go in my bathroom?"
"Uh- yea. I had to pee.."
"Okay. Well, what should we do?"
"We should talk- get caught up on each other!"
"That sounds great!" We talk for an hour until the sun goes down. Normally I'd make someone leave, but I was having so much fun. We talked about so many things, and it finally felt like we were back to how we used to be.
"Hey, y/n, what happened to us...?"
"W-what do you mean?"
"We used to tell each other everything- no we don't talk. I care about you so much, okay? I miss you.."
"I miss you too. But I'm seriously fine- I promise."
"Please don't lie to me. Y/n I- I" He stops for a moment. Before you realize what he's doing, he's reaching for your arm and pulls up your sleeve. You pull back after you can realize what's happening. You hear a muffled sob- Jeremy is crying. Fuck.... why would I do this. You grab him and throw your thin arms around his muscular frame. After a few minutes he finally calms down enough to talk.
"I'm s-sorry- I just... I saw your blade and I-I needed to s-see what you did to yourself. I knew y-you'd never sh-show me unless I surprised you."
"I'm so sorry, Jer. I'm so, so sorry. You were never meant to see... no one was."
"Love, you're so amazing. Please don't do this to yourself. Can I take a better look... please?"
"You nod your head, allowing him to take a look. You push your arm out towards him- too embarrassed to show him your arms yourself. He pulls up your sleeve and studied your arm. He runs his hand over each scar and mumbles a few "fucks" every once in a while. You don't even realize you're crying until he engulfs you into a tight hug.
"Don't cry. I'm so sorry I wasn't here. I'm so, so sorry. You are so beautiful, y/n. You are truly amazing. I hope I can help you overcome this someday. You are so fucking amazing. I'm so sorry you're treated like shit and do this. I'm always here if you need someone. You can text me anytime. Just... don't feel ashamed of your scars, okay? You're still beautiful with or without them."
"You.... you think I'm beautiful?"
"God, y/n, you're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen in the world. I've thought that since I met you."
"Jer, you're so fucking Sweet." You smile and pull away. You look at each other while slowly leaning in. You close the suspenseful gap and our lips collide. You feel so warm and fuzzy inside. You get anxiety but a good anxiety, ya know? When you pull away you both blush and giggle a little. You feel as if things are starting to finally look up. 💞
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Finally done with my first imagine. I know this sucks but I just felt like writing 😁 Hope you all enjoy. Stay safe guys!!