Vic Fuentes Imagine: Never Gunna Leave
Trigger Warning: This story contains references to depression, suicide and self harm.
Can you do a Vic Fuentes imagine where you’re really close with the band but they’ve been gone on tour for a long time and you’ve been feeling really alone and depressed and one day you’re really bad and you try and call them but they’re on stage and don’t answer and you feel like the only thing left is to kill yourself. (you decide how it ends)
This really wasn’t easy to write. A lot of emotions, I even find myself crying writing this little intro. I don’t know. - a
You tried to keep telling yourself that everything was going to be okay. The boys were due back in a couple of days and were playing a few hours away. Work kept you busy for some of the time but there was still the problem of those late nights and evenings spent all by yourself. Before you had met the boys you had been an insecure girl who self harmed in an attempt to feel. Looking down at the scars on your wrists you shuddered at the memories. You remembered every single stroke against your skin, every single reason that made you want to hurt yourself. As much as you wanted to the thought of cutting was one you tried to avoid. In an attempt to stop the harmful thoughts you went to sleep, a way to pass the time.
Getting up the next morning wasn’t too difficult you had a long shift at the record store that would keep you occupied. There was only two more days until Vic and the others would make their way back. You got ready as per usual and went on your way to work. Walking in the entrance you saw your boss Patrick leaning against the counter shamim his head.
“Y/N I need to talk to you about something, would you mind walking into my office?” You nodded and followed behind him anxiously rubbing your hand along your arm. “Y/N take a seat I have some unfortunate news. The store is being sold and they aren’t wanting to take on the original staff. I’m really sorry but today will be your last shift.”
You didn’t know what to do so you awkwardly looked down at your hands as the tears began to fall. Your job felt like the only thing you had, the only constant thing in your life. Standing from the chair you gave a weak smile before walking out, there was no point in staying, it’s not like they could fire you anyway. So you continued your way out the door and down the street not yet sure of what you were doing. You tried to call Vic but didn’t get an answer, when that didn’t work you tried Mike again there was no answer. After trying to reach Jaime and Tony you finally gave up as the negative thoughts began to control you. It had been made clear they didn’t want you.
Vic looked at his phone and frowned, Y/N had rung and he’d missed it. He picked up his phone and went out to the lounge where the others were spread minding their own business.
“What’s the matter?” Jaime asked looking at Vic.
“Y/N rang and but she didn’t leave a message,” he said confused.
“She rang me too,” Mike said like nothing mattered.
“Me too,” Tony said as he looked up from his book slowly starting too look worried. Jaime reached for his phone where he saw the notification.
“She rang me too,” Jaime said beginning to look worried.
“I’ll try and call her. Something must have happened,” Vic said as he stepped outside of the bus and tried to call her number but there was no answer. He tried her home phone but still no answer. He finally called her work where Patrick answered.
“Patrick have you seen Y/N? I can’t seem to get in contact with her,” Vic asked.
“She came in this morning. I had to let her go the business is being sold and I couldn’t help it. She walked out,” Patrick stated.
“Thanks Pat,” Vic said as he hung up.
“She got fired this morning,” Vic told the others, “I know that job meant a lot to her.”
“You don’t think she’d do it would you?” Tony asked concerned.
“I don’t know,” he replied shaking his head,“We don’t have a show until tomorrow night and it’s only a few hours out from home. I think we should go back now."
All you could think was what would happen next? You had no job, no friends and an over stimulated brain telling you how pathetic and worthless you are. Looking down at your phone there is still no reply from any of the boys, in anger you throw it as hard as you can at the wall creating a small crevice where it struck. It wouldn’t matter anyway, it’s not like you’d be here tomorrow to fix it. Walking into the kitchen you grabbed the tub of cookies and cream ice cream and headed for the lounge room before planting yourself on the couch and watching 10 Things I Hate About You. By the time the film finished you felt no better than you had before and had made sure your decision was final.
Standing from the couch you went to your bedroom and put on your favourite dress. This dress gave you so many happy memories, like that time Vic took you to see your first Warped Tour show or that time that Tony tried to hook you up with one of his skater mates. You laughed at the memories as you stared in the mirror and smiled. Those thoughts were pushed aside when you looked down at your wrists to see the scars that had never seemed to fade.
As you stepped into the bathroom you managed to find your secret stash of weapons of self destruction. Pulling out the sharpest blade you dug it into your skin all in an attempt to feel whole again. You sliced multiple times causing small droplets of blood to fall, some even staining your dress. You grabbed a towel from the cupboard and wiped away as much blood as you could. It was then you heard knocks at the front door.
"Y/N are you in there?” You could hear someone call. You slowly walked out of your room and down the hallway forgetting the towel still being held to your arm.
“Y/N it’s Vic, please, please answer the door,” he pleaded from the other side. A smile found it’s way to your face as you ran the rest of the way swinging the door open and wrapping your arms around his neck.
“I’ve missed you,” you whispered as you looked up to see the boys standing behind him. There’s smiles fading as they saw the blood on your arms.
“Y/N what did you do?” Tony asked beginning to look upset.
“I had a weak moment. I was feeling bad already when Patrick told me he was letting me go and then none of you answered your phone. If you hadn’t knocked the door I honestly don’t know what I would have done,” you said shaking your head at yourself.
“It doesn’t matter now cause we’re here and we aren’t ever going to leave you,” Jaime said smiling.
“Hey guys you should go back home, I’ll clean her up,” Vic said as he said goodbye to the others ushering you into the house and onto the couch. He left momentarily and came back with your medicine box.
“I can’t believe you did this to yourself,” he whispered as he began to gently clean the wounds.
“I didn’t feel there was any other way. I needed you,” you said as the tears began to fall.
“No matter where I am, no matter if you can’t contact me, know that I care about you more than you will ever know,” he said as he clutched your hands and looked at your face.
“I knew you’d come,” you say as you meet his gaze.
“I love you and I’m never gunna leave.”