Sam and Colby Imagines

Colby- You Find Out He Self Harms

Warning: Possibly Triggering!!!

"Colby?" You yell as you walk into the apartment. As you set your stuff down, Sam walked out of his bedroom and to you.

"Hey, Y/N."

"Hey, Sam. Where's Colby?"

"In the bathroom."

"Oh, okay."

You walk to the bedroom that you share with Colby and close the door. Sitting down on the bed, you pull out your phone and start scrolling through Vine. You came up on the boys' most recent Vine and decided to go through the comments. You hadn't seen hate in a while, but that doesn't mean it wasn't there. If you saw a negative comment, you were going to delete it because Colby had been very sensitive towards hate lately and you didn't want him to see any...unless he's already seen it.

Literally the first comment you read was a hate comment.

It read, "Ugly fags. Just stop making videos, you're ruining the internet!"

The immediate next comment was also hate. It read, "I never thought I'd say this, but I just watched the worse ever made!"

Since you were logged in on the boys' account, you immediately deleted those comments. You prayed Colby hadn't already read them.

You lied back on the bed and had all your focus tuned into your phone. That was until you heard the click of the bathroom door that was connected to the bedroom.

Colby hadn't realized you were there. As he was walking out of the bathroom, he was looking at his right fore arm and was about to pull his sleeve down. When you spoke suddenly, he was very startled.

"Hey, babe."

"Ah... Oh, h-hey baby girl," he hurriedly pulled his sleeve down and spoke with an evident stutter and nervousness in his voice.

"Are you okay, Colby? What's wrong?" You asked worriedly.

"Yeah. I'm... I'm fine." He continued stuttering and was also slightly shaking.

"Baby, no you're not. You're stuttering and shaking. What's wrong??"

"I told you I'm fine, Y/N. I'm just..." he started, he was searching for the right words. "...I'm just tired. And its getting late, so I think I'm gonna go to bed." He walked to you and gave you a quick hug and kissed your lips.

"Oh, o-okay." You stood there for a moment. "I'm gonna go out and talk to Sam for a minute, then I'll be back and I'll get ready for bed." Colby mumbled an 'okay' and got into bed. You walked out of the bedroom and into the boys' work area where Sam was editing a YouTube video. You took a seat in Colby's chair beside Sam.

"I think something's wrong with Colby," you said as soon as you sat down.

Sam stopped doing what he was doing on the laptop and turned to you. "What do you mean?"

"Well, when he finally came out of the bathroom, he didn't even notice I was there. When he came out, he was looking down at his fore arm and was about to pull his sleeve over it. When I spoke, he was very startled. Then when I tried to ask him what was wrong, he was stuttering really bad, he wouldn't tell me what was wrong, and he was shaking. He just went to bed."

"Dammit... You don't think he-" Sam didn't finish the sentence, and I didn't need him to.

"You think he cut himself? Why...why would he do that? He'd never do that! Would he?"

"God, I hope not. But he's been really upset lately about hate. I wouldn't think he'd cut, but we shouldn't rule out the possibility."

"We need to talk to him, now." You bolted out of your chair and started walking toward your bedroom door with Sam right behind you.

You reach the door and silently cracked it open. You could tell Colby was already asleep because you could hear his steady breathing that you have been hearing every night for the past two years.

"He's asleep. I'll look at his arms. If he doesn't have any cuts, we're good. If he does, I'll wake him up."

"Okay."

You slowly walked to Colby's side of the bed and sat down. You eased the blanket off of his arms and pulled it down. You took his right arm in your hands and, with tears already in your eyes, you eased his sleeve up to his elbow.

What you seen was certainly not what you wanted to see.

On his arm was seven fresh cuts. You set his arm down onto your lap and immediately put your head in your hands and started crying. Sam walked in and sat beside you. He started rubbing your back and you lied your head on his shoulder.

"I can't believe he did something like that," you choked out through tears.

"Me neither, Y/N." Sam was crying too. "Maybe we should just let him rest for the rest of the night and let him sleep."

"No. I need to know what drove him to this. If he tells us, maybe there's a way we can stop it."

You didn't wait for Sam to respond. You turned to Colby and began to try and wake him up.

"Colby, baby, I need you to wake up," you tried. After a minute or so of coaxing, he finally started waking up.

"Y/N? Sam? What do you guys need?" Colby said groggily as he sat up.

"Colby, we need to talk to you," you answered.

"Why have you guys been crying?" He asked, but quickly answered himself when he looked down and realized that his sleeve has been pulled up. He quickly tried to pull it back down, but you stopped him.

"Baby... Why?" You asked him, trying to keep back more tears.

"Because hate has really gotten out of hand and I just couldn't handle it anymore. I thought this was the only way to relieve the pain..."

"Oh baby, it's not. You know you could've talked to either me or Sam or both of us."

"I know, and I'm sorry, I should've came to you guys. I'm really sorry."

"It's okay. Just please promise us that you won't do this again. We would be totally lost if we didn't have you!!"

"Okay, I promise."