Can you please write an imagine about "you" and jack barakat, and "you've" been dating for a while but he doesn't know "you" have bipolar and one day after he leaves "you" become really depressed and he finds "you" have OD on pills, and at that point can you maybe change to his point of view. I want a surprise ending so yeah, you can go on from their thanksssss c:
- I don’t mean to offend anyone with this imagine. I don’t have bipolar and honestly I’m very ignorant about it, I did as much research as I could with this and if this offends you in any way, I am truly sorry. If you do feel like it offend it you and you wish it to be taken off, just message me and I will. <3 – ofderp&merp
The Only Place – Jack Barakat Imagine
You wake up to the smell of familiar cologne, and notice the emptiness besides you. You quickly sit up to find your boyfriend, Jack Barakat, putting on his sunglasses as he notices you have awoken.
“Hey, sleeping beauty,” he tells you in a sweet voice as he walks over to you, you had always wondered what had you done to get this amazing guy in your life, “, I’m going out with Alex to check out this sketchy venue. You can go back to sleep, I’ll be right back before you know it.” He tells you as he kisses your forehead. You nod, too sleepy to answer. Quickly, you’re back to dreaming.
When you wake up it’s around noon, and Jack hadn’t come back. You start to worry and you quickly text him. He responds you as soon as you start to get up.
Jacky Bear <3 : Turn’s out the stage wasn’t safe, bit of a hold up. Don’t worry though I’ll be there soon, babe <3
You smile at the text as your stomach fills with butterflies, after being so long together with him you still feel crazy whenever he calls you nicknames and such. You presume your daily routine. After taking a shower and washing your teeth you walk to the kitchen to eat “breakfast”, which consist of cereal and 2 pills. Those 2 pills each day have helped you be happy since you were 14, when you first got diagnosed with bipolar. It had hit you hard, the diagnosis, you thought being bipolar meant being crazy for the fist years of your new life, but it didn’t. As you got older you understood it was something that just made you special, it was part of your life, part of you. It’s been a year and he still has no idea, all your mood swings had been blamed on your period, and Jack had believed you. But you were starting to feel sick, Jack had told you everything about him, his flaws and imperfections, even his worst mistakes and regrets, and you couldn’t tell him that one thing. Shame, you felt it every day.
You had finished your breakfast, when you start to get the bottle of pills from under your mattress. Once you get it out, you walk to the kitchen not giving the bottle a second look. You served yourself a bottle of water and begin to twist open the cap of the bottle when you see, there’s nothing in it. Immediately you start to freak out. Thoughts of what you’re going to do cross your mind, you have no prescription to go and buy any more. The doctor is out of the question, Jack would raise suspicion and you wanted to tell him before he found out. Then you feel it happen, all of the sudden you feel angry with yourself. You start to slide down of the side of the kitchen counter and start to cry. Disappointment. You know have just disappointed Jack, he believes you to be the wonderful girl he has fallen in love with, nearly perfect, but then you and your stupid self ruin that. You can’t disappoint him; you can’t do that to him. You feel determination wash over your body. You were going to stop yourself from ruining him. Pills, you thought to yourself. You had a couple of Lexapro drugs you had stolen from Alex, they were antidepressants for anxiety. You knew it was wrong, but you felt the need to steal them in case of… this. You take the whole bottle leaving none. You don’t bother to leave a suicide note, only a small sticky note saying ‘I’m sorry that I’m not okay, I haven’t told you but I have bipolar…I love you Jack’ And you fall into a deep sleep, not feeling anything after that.
“Alex, Y/N isn’t answering, can’t we just cancel this concert? It’s unsafe and sketchy. We’ve established that.” I say to Alex, Y/N isn’t answering and I’m afraid. What if something happened? I shake my head, try and stay positive Jack, everything’s fine.
“We can’t do that Jack, these kids were once us, how would you feel if Blink -182 just cancelled out of the blue?” he says, obviously tired. Alex would do anything for his fans, I would too, but I knew when no was just no.
“Alex, you can stay here and keep your faith, but this venue isn’t going to work, and I know that. This isn’t just for our safety but for our fans too.” I tell him which makes him look at me, sadness in his eyes.
“You’re right, I fucking hate when you’re right.” He says playfully. I laugh and tell him I’ll meet him tomorrow at the house for Thanksgiving. He nods and tells me to say hi to Y/N. With that I grab my keys and drive home to Y/N warms arms.
“Princess, I’m home, I’m feeling like Longhorn for some reason.” I yell out to an empty house. I hear no response, “Baby, do you want to go to Longhorn Steakhouse?” still I hear no response. She’s asleep, I think to myself. I take off my shoes, and walk into our master bedroom, I see her on her side, asleep, I predict.
“Baby, wake up. You must be starving, let’s go get some food.” I say as I walk over to her. I tap her arm as I kneel next to her. “Babe,” I say to Y/N shaking her arm, she doesn’t respond. “Baby! Wake up, Y/N please wake up…” I say my voice close to screaming. I notice she isn’t breathing and I immediately call 911, sobbing and frustration runs over me, confusion and self-hatred. The ambulance comes and immediately takes her to the hospital. I grab my keys and decided to drive myself to the hospital. I call all the boys and her family to alert them. At the hospital, they tell us were too late.
I honestly don’t remember much after that, except feeling empty inside. I didn’t have Y/N anymore; I didn’t feel like I had anything. I found a sticky note in her handwriting last night, it’s been a week since this house lost its life. I haven’t read the sticky note; I don’t want to read it. I know if I do, I might lose myself tonight too. So instead I’m trying to find her in bottom of bottles. That the only place I’m going to look for her. The only place.
