sturniolo/nate imagines

⚠️sh⚠️shocked-Nate

Bro, my school literally sent a letter
home with my brother. What the fuck.

Nick POV

I was in second period, science. I'm so glad this is my senior year, I can't stand this place. I heard the speaker noise and the announcements started.
"Good morning everybody," I zoned out not listening.
"Will Nick sturniolo, Anthony Smith, and   Robert brown, please come to the office after the pledge. Now if you'll please stand and join in saying the pledge of elegance." I stood and did the pledge. I looked at my teacher, and he nodded.
I walked out, heading to the office. I'm really confused about why I have to go, but I'm sure it's nothing. I walked in and Alice looked up at me.
"Nick!" She said, I smiled at her.
"Ok, so I have something for you." She said, holding up an envelope.
"You have to make sure this gets to your mom. Can you do that?" She asked, I nodded.
"Alright that's all, you can go back to class." She said, handing me the envelope.
"Ok. Thanks." I said, walking out. The envelope and moms name amd Y/Ns name on it. Weird. I made a stop in the bathroom and went on my phone for a bit before going back to class.

"Mom!" I yelled, stepping in the house with Chris.
"What?" She asked, walking to the kitchen.
"I'm supposed to give this to you." I said, handing her the envelope. She took it with a confused look, then sighed when she read the front.
"What? She's in trouble, isn't she?" I asked, smirking.
"No, I'm guessing not." She said, shaking her head.
"Then what did she do?" I asked.
"What did who do?" Chris asked.
"Y/N, I had to give that to mom it has her name on it." I said, raising my eyebrows.
"Oh, that's why you got called to the office." He said.
"So what did she do?" He continued, looking back to mom.
"Your sister didn't do anything." She said, starting to open it. She frowned as she read it.
"If she is in trouble, you should ground her from seeing nate." I said, trying to read her expression.
"She's not in trouble, she can still see her boyfriend." She sighed.
"Uhg, I can't believe Nate chose our sister to date, of all people." I groaned, eating a granola bar.
"Oh leave 'em alone, they make each other happy." She said, walking away.
Just as she left, Nate and Y/N walked in.
"You're in trouble." I teased, pointing to her.
"What? No I'm not." She said. Taking of her shoes.
"Ya you are. Mom got a letter from the school, with your name on it." She looked even more confused.
"How do you know?"
"I had to take it to her." I replied. She still looked confused.
"Whatever, let's go." She said, grabbing Nates hand and dragging him away.

(Later)
Y/N POV

Me and nate were watching a movie together when there was a knock on the door.
"Come in." I said, pausing the movie. Mom peeked her head in.
"We need to talk." She said, I got up and walked out with her.
"What?" I asked.
"I got a letter from the school." She sighed. I nodded.
"It was about you. They want you to do counseling. I'm supposed to sign it and send it back." She said. I shook my head.
"No, don't sign it." I pleaded.
"I'm gonna sign it." She said, I frowned.
"They had to send it home with Nick. They didn't even trust you'd give it to me. I think you need this." She said, rubbing my arm.
"No I don't! I'm fine." I begged.
"I'm sorry honey, you won't talk to me, I don't really know what else to do. I don't know what else the scars could be from. I'm only doing it cause I care about you." She said, I stayed silent, looking at the floor. She sighed, walking away. I took a second to compose myself before walking back into my room.
"Wha'd she want?"  Nate asked as I cuddled back into his side.
"Nothing, just about not doing laundry." I lied. I've never told anyone about my SH and mental problems. I've had many panic attacks, one in PE. But only my teacher and one friend knew what actually happened. Everyone else in the class knew something happened, but they didn't know what.
I've even tried to end my life twice. Well, technically, three times, but I don't count one, I didn't even get close.
The first time I took a bottle and a half of IBprofen. I went to sleep, woke up, threw up, then passed out. That process repeated itself for a while, then for a couple days I could barely move my body, and was very sick. But I didn't die.
The second time, I tried to cut my wrist. I cut as deep as I could, then held my wrist in cold water so it would continue bleeding. But I did that for like an hour and nothing happened. So i gave up. I don't count it.
The actual second time I ate two bottles of iron gummies, all we had. But it was pretty much the same as the first time. And I still didn't die.
I would never ever ever tell anyone this. I'm really fine, I just have moods. Well the thoughts are always there, I shove them back as far as I can, but sometimes they come out. I hate that. The only way to get rid of them is to cut. I hate cutting. But I love it so much. I do it on my thigh, where no one can see it. I used to do it on my the upper arm, but I put my arm up in PE once and the teacher saw it. She told on me, I had a meeting with the counselor, and the principal came in later. I denied everything, and they called my mom. Bitches.