Shawn Mendes imagines & smut

8- damaged

(major trigger warning, & if you get grossed out easily then I suggest that you don't read this)

The first cut wasn't the deepest. nothing like the others. anxious skin, craving the pulse of the tiny blade.

Each time the blade ran across your skin, it let out the pain that was trapped inside.

Tears began to fall down your cheeks.

There's no stopping now. the blade began to feel a little harder, go a little deeper. leaning over the porcelain tub. a beautiful white, now stained red.

"baby?" you heard a voice whisper behind you.

You turned your head, and there stood shawn. tears forming in his eyes as well. he looked at you, then at your arm, and back up at you again.

He called 911, fear rising in the tone of his voice, and wrapped your wrist in soft beige towel.

"you can't leave me, I need you" he repeated over and over until the medics came.

a/n

well, this was really short. I realize that. but it has a really deep meaning. and I like it so, I hope you do too?

(also, the idea for this came from the book impulse. just fyi)