Jenna Ortega Imagines

You know, covergirls eat nothing she says.

A/N: Y'a I'm feeling depressed to ima give it to Jenna :)

I'm sorry if this was bad, I was writing what i was feeling, and didn't proof read

Tw: ED, SH, Suisidal thoughts, Mentions of attempts.

Jenna walked down the hall, her feet making creaks in the hardwood as she made her way to the bathroom. Every detail was the same as every time she did this, every time she ruined her chance to do a makeup less model shot, because no one wanted to look at that, no one wanted to see the web of scars she hid so well, no one wanted to see how she sat against the wall of the bathroom, blade running through her flesh like a trance. No, no one cared.

As the razor ran against her thigh, a familiar sting started up behind her eyes. Blood hit the white tile, splashing lightly, each drop darker red than the next, each cut digging deeper, yet her hands didn't shake, her eyes let tears loose yet she was numb, there was no satisfaction, only the colour.

Ruby drops stained the base of her shirt, her socks sticking down deeper, the trance cracking, the razor flew across the room, all the sudden the tears were worse, all the sudden everything set in, all the sudden she wasn't an adult with too many jobs, all the sudden she was a little kid wondering why in the world this pain was so unbearable, and not the one that seeped from her legs, no, the one that ran from her heart and into every vain of her body.

The now bloodstained tiles were slippery, and as Jenna tried to get to the shower, to wash it off, to get the blood gone, her hands slipped from under her, her head hit the ground, the impact echoed through the bathroom, the sweet haze of fog washes over her head, like passing out.

"JENNA!"

She couldn't see who called, all she knew was she was gone, flying through the abys of her own mind, her body was done, it was starved, it was beat, it was tired, so she let it sleep, it's ears caught more calls of her name, yet memories cleared through her head, every moment she could possibly remember, the first time her and her mom had went shopping, her first time on a set, the reason she had started acting, how she had found out green was her favourite colour when she was five, how she had met you.

She was back, her body flailing in pain yet she screamed, screamed  your name like her lungs would never work again, because that was why she had been here, she remembered now. The pain was unbearable, but yet less painful than the thought of loosing you, and not because you were just her lover, but because you were her best friend, and she had promised you she wouldn't try again.

Hands wrapped around her shoulders, your hands, the only hands that held her heart. Her eyes opened, the world spun, yet she focused on your face, and her brain realised the pain wasn't all that bad.

She watched as you hung up the phone, watched as you clung to her tighter, even as sirens rang outside, Jenna's eyes were glued to yours, your hand cradled her face until the nurses took her, and even than, the last thing she saw before her eyes shut was your face, tears falling from your eyes, because that breath had been her very last.