Shawn Mendes Imagines

Broken (13)

It can't be . . .

I just saw them with my two own eyes but,

I still can't believe it.

Shawn had his lips locked with another girl.

-A Few Moments Ago-

I was just sitting in front of my computer, bored. I wasn't even in the mood to eat, I just wanted a hug. And I decided to visit Shawn without him knowing, he knows that I visit him a lot, so it shouldn't be a problem. 

I was in front of his door when I heard a girl's voice. 

"Are you sure she's not visiting today?" she asks.

"I'm sure of it babe." I hear Shawn's voice.

What the hell is this? I stood there, hesitating if I should walk in or just leave. I remember that I have a spare key, so I quietly opened the door and saw Shawn kissing a girl. It's as if everything stopped as my eyes got teary. They quickly pulled away as Shawn's eyes widened. "Y-Y/N, it's not what you think!" Shawn panics. "Not what you think my ass! I even heard you saying that I won't visit you as if you were so disgusted of me! I can't believe you Shawn! Consider us over!" I shout as I slam the door behind me. And so I ran home.

I heard knocks as I was crying hard, as I was still crying, I asked "W-Who is it?!". "It's m-me, Shawn." I heard his voice again, a voice that I was starting to hate. "What are you doing h-" I was cut off as Shawn opens the door with another spare key. "Please, let me explain." He begged. And so he thought I was going to give him a chance as I walked closer to him, as he was about to talk, I slapped him. He looked so shocked- and angry, "Why won't you just let me explain?!" he shouts as he grabs a flower vase and I cover myself thanks to my reflexes. I was crying so hard, I was already hurt, hurt that he cheated on me. I heard him put the flower vase back on the table. "I-You thought I was gonna hurt you?" he asks, scared. I slightly nodded, crying. "S-Shawn, if you want me to be happy, j-just leave me alone, please." I cried. "But-" he says but I cut him off as I ran to the bathroom, locking myself in. After a few minutes, I heard him choke on sobs as he leaved the apartment.

-Present-

Here I am, hanging a rope from the ceiling, and I tied a knot. I got a stool, and put it underneath the rope. I have no friends, no family, no anything. Probably no one will care about my death. As I stood on the stool, I put the rope around my neck, and tipped the stool off and- I was gone.

-Shawn-

She's dead. Dead. Why did I even do that to her? Why? And so Y/N left me depressed my whole life. But I had to cover my depression, I had to. Or else the fans would notice. But the fans certainly noticed about Y/N's death. As they were all saddened by the fact about it, her death just didn't make me sad, it had a big impact on my life. Why did you have to go?

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