Shawn Mendes Imagines

Pick Up the Pieces

I slid down my back looking at the bottle of pills laying next to me. I felt uneasy and weak. I closed my eyes drifting off to sleep. Nothing mattered anymore now that he hates me.

*shawns POV*

"Y/n?!" I shouted running upstairs in a panic.

I walked into her room not finding her and then spotting her hand in the bathroom. I looked at her poor limp cold body sitting on the floor with a bottle of pills next to her. She didn't.

"Y/n!" I yelled feeling burning in my chest.

She did this because of me. It's all my fault.

"Y/n please wake up im sorry" I sobbed picking her up. "I need you here"

I carried her to the toilet shoving my fingers down her throat hopping she would puke them up.

"Please wake up baby" I sobbed holding her close.

She coughed them up spitting them everywhere in the bowl. I sighed in relief as color came back to her cheeks.

"I'm so sorry baby girl" I sobbed rocking back and forth with her in my arms.

She can't leave me in this hell hole alone.

"Y/n"

"Shawn, why didn't you let me die?" She sobbed.

"Because I can't live without you, you're all that I have, you're all that I need" I sobbed nestling my face into her hair.

She held on to my arm keeping her balance.

"Please don't ever leave me" I sniffled.

"I can't help it when you hate me"

I sighed and shook my head. How could she ever think that?

"I can never hate you as long as it's just you and I that's all I need to get through in life, please stay forever"

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Well okay.