In the crowded world that is Wellsbury, Marcus found her─his star girl.
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In which Dallas finds someone to love after the traumatic events of her past
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Chapter Forty: You're Not A Dick S2Episode 2: Why Does Everything Have To Be So Terrible, All The Time, Forever?
The world was never meant to be a fair place. It was never meant to be perfect. Dallas knew that. She knew the world was cruel. But how could it be this cruel? There she was, sprawled on the floor, assaulted again. She was tired of it. It was never ending. Kenny was a sick sick man who, with his sick twisted ways, broke the girl.
Dallas held onto her bed rail for support, getting up and going to detox in the bathroom. She hated feeling unclean. She wanted to peal all the skin off her body, then scratch it off and watch herself bleed.
It was a disgusting feeling she had but it couldn't be helped. She scrubbed everything off her body, hell, you'd think she'd just visited a farm and fell into the fertilizer. After the soap was off the girl sat in the tub, crying softly and watching her finger prune.
Watching her fingers prune was like watching her life. It was once perfect but slowly it started to wrinkle and crack and become very very imperfect. She sunk into the water, trying to clear her mind of every and any thoughts.
The world was still silent when Dallas had put on her clothes. Everyone was snoring and she..she wasn't. She looked out the window, inspecting the height. It should be enough. Not long enough to make her rethink everything, but long enough to kill her. To take her out of earth and to put her in a better place. Any place. Any place would be better if it didn't have Kenny.
And so, opening her window, Dallas felt the cool breeze call her. She leaped. The fall felt like a second long. And it wasn't enough to kill her. She did break a few bones though, and get severely questioned. It just made her hate herself more. She hated the questions and the worried expressions. She hated humanity and how she felt that nothing could save her.
Dallas laid in her bed. It was a few weeks after the attempt and she just felt..motionless. She was 13, depressed, assaulted, and, well, suicidal. Georgia knocked on the door. "No...Just leave me alone." The girl grumbled, turning to her side and throwing the covers over her. "Plum." Georgia called, sitting next to the girl. "Please leave me alone." Dallas says. "What is going--" Georgia was stopped when the girl screamed. "Don't touch me!" Dallas exclaimed. Georgia quickly took her hand off her daughter's arm.
"Baby, I'm sor--" Georgia was interrupted again. "Please don't call me that. No pet names please none. Don't even call me Dallas. Please. Please." The girl begged. All she could hear was Kenny. She hated it all. "Mae, baby." Georgia says. "I just wanna be alone." Dallas cried.
