𝙸𝚜 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚕 𝙻𝚒𝚏𝚎? | 𝙼𝙲𝚈𝚃/𝙳𝚂𝙼𝙿 𝚡 𝚈/𝙽 | 𝙽𝙾 𝚂𝙷𝙸𝙿𝚂

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙴𝚗𝚍

TW// cussing, talk of self harm & self harm scars, talk of eating disorder

I think that's it but tell me if there's more

Y/N's POV

It's been many months since Clay and George adopted me. Me eating disorder has gotten much better with all of their help, and I don't self harm anymore. I still have many visible scars on my arms though. I call them my battle scars because they're from a time I was battling through life.

I no longer wore long sleeves either, because I have nothing to hide.

My leg is also doing much better. I got my cast off, and now I just have a boot on it. I can also walk around without my crutches most of the time. I didn't realize how much I missed not having to use them.

I can also drive now. Most kids my age couldn't already drive, but Clay had to teach me. I am 16 if you've forgotten.

Today I was feeling devious, and decided to go out and do something on my own, without anybody knowing.

I put on some black ripped jeans, a baby pink top, my pride vans, some black gloves, and a leather jacket around my waist. Lookin fresh.

(If you don't like ripped jeans just pretend they're not ripped )

As I walked towards the front door, Clay stopped me.

"Where you going?" He asked. "I'll be back in a few hours." I avoided his question, grabbed his car keys, and slipped out of the front door. I hopped in his car, started it, and drove away.

Time skip

I slowly pulled up into the driveway and got out of the car. I put on my leather jacket and snuck inside the house. I was about to sneak upstairs to my room when I heard my name.

"Where have you been, Y/N?" Clay asked. I stopped walking. "Shit." I sighed. I turned to Clay. "Hey, guys!" I drug out the 'y' and 's'.

Clay/Dream's POV

"Y/N's been gone for a while, haven't they?" Ranboo asked. "Yeah, they said they'd be back in a few hours." I replied. "Where did they go?" Nikki asked. "They didn't tell me."

Then I heard a car pull in, and a little while later, the front door opened. I watched Y/N walk by.

"Where have you been, Y/N?" I asked. Y/N paused. "Shit." They quietly said. "Hey, guys!" They stepped more into the living room. I then noticed Y/N's jacket. "What's with the jacket? It's super hot outside." I said. "U-Uhm..." They hesitated.

I then started to get worried.

"Y/N...you didn't..."

"Oh! No, no! I didn't hurt myself. I'm past that now." They reassured me. I could tell everyone seemed relived. "Then...what's up?" I asked. "I-I..." Y/N sighed and stepped beside of the couch I was sat at.

I got up and walked around in front of them. I leaned down a bit.

"What's wrong?" I asked. "Please please please don't be mad at me!" Y/N said. "Promise you won't flip out?" I looked around. Everyone looked confused. "It...kind of depends on what it is." I chuckled. Y/N sighed. "Fine." They said.

Y/N's POV

"What's wrong?" Clay asked. "Please please please don't be mad at me!" I said. "Promise you won't flip out?" "It...kind of depends on what it is." Clay chuckled. I sighed. "Fine."

I took off my jacket to reveal my arms. My left arm had been tattooed, and it was wrapped up in the plastic wrap. It was a large heart-shaped clock, with purple-ish-pink flowers around it.

Everyone looked really...shocked. I started to get nervous.

"I'm so sorry I didn't ask for permission first and I know I'm not old enough to get one without it and now you're probably mad at me but I just really really wanted it and I was afraid you would say no and-" I rambled. Clay cut me off.

"Hey, hey! Don't worry about it! I'm not mad! Why would I be mad?" He said. "You're...not?" I asked. "No! It looks so amazing!" He said as he took a closer look at it through the plastic wrap. "Thanks." I smiled.

"Quick questions though." Clay said. "One, how the hell did you pay for this. And two, where did you get it done?"

"It was free. I didn't have to pay." I said. Clay got a strange look on his face. "You didn't like...do 'other things' as a payment, did you?" He asked. "Ew! Clay!" I facepalmed. "God, no! That's so disgusting!" "Hey, I was just making sure! It's my responsibility as a parent to make sure you're not doing 'things' you're too young for." He laughed. "But really. How was it free? And where did you do it, again?"

"James did it, so he just did it for free since we know each other!" I said. "He runs a tattoo business in his apartment. He ran away from the orphanage and bought himself a shitty apartment that was cheap and didn't care about his age."

"James did that?!" Clay seemed shocked. "Mhm!" I smiled. "He's a little artist! It's so amazing!" "Thanks!"

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