So this was supposed to go completely different but I couldn’t find the right picture so this will have to do. I have yet to find an imagine with Jerome and a girl with depression/self harm so I made one. Don’t judge too harshly please, this is my first posted imagine.

Jerome pulled up with an oil truck to the bus full of cheerleaders. You being one of them. They stopped the truck right in front of the bus so you couldn’t go anywhere. He twirled around in a little dance before telling the bus driver to open the door. Seeing the gun in his hand, the driver opened the door as asked. Jerome jumped up the stairs on the bus and started talking about what the situation was, “I want you all to know this was a very difficult decision for us. It was between you and a senior citizen bingo party. In the end, we decided to skew a little younger. Youth won the day. Sorry.” Trying to lighten up the mood a little in his own manic way he then said “give me an O!” No one replied so he shot his gun “I said give me an O!” Everyone but you reluctantly started cheering back the words o no but you remained silent knowing you would die either way. And not really caring. Not showing pretty much any emotion. Jerome walked by you and stopped. “Why aren’t you cheering, little girl?” He asked you getting a little too close and now pointing the gun in his hand at you. You still didn’t say anything. Just looked up at him. He looked at you confused. Studying your whole body until he saw the little streak peaking out from your cheerleading uniform skirt. A scar- self inflicted. You had always hated wearing the uniform; nervous someone would catch that like Jerome just had. “Well, I see. You wouldn’t mind to be dead would you? Tell me, what’s your name?” At first you refused but he asked you again so you answered. Not quite sure knowing why. “Y/N. my name is y/n. Why do you want to know?” “Well you see, y/n, I’m thinking I’m taking you with me. Killing you would be too easy as you wouldn’t care anyways. So maybe I’ll make you my play thing instead.” You had no words. What did he mean by that? Why couldn’t he just kill you? This was the point Jerome grabbed your wrists and pulled you to him. “Lets go princess. The cops will be here and your friends here will be a crisp when then get here. Another person that was with Jerome started to spray gasoline over the bus and lit it after all the manic people and you had gotten off the bus. Behind you, the bus was burning and you could hear the screams of old teammates, soon to be dead bodies burning. You were terrified now. But the craziest thing is you were happy about that because for the first time in a long time you felt something. And it was all thanks to a crazy ginger that took an interest in you.