Scars(Ethan & Grayson Dolan)

Chapter 1 part 3

3:00am

"I don't get how someone that looks like that could be so depressed and upset that they would hurt themselves" my friend shyanne said over Skype Then she looked at me "not to say it sounds like someone i know"

"Ohh shut it his life i still way better then mine I don't feel sorry for him i just think he needs to wake up"

"His cute"

"Agreed"

"Can i have the brother"

"No" I remember that bitch today and get angry

"Oh defensive are we "

"No because people keep saying that oh they look the same you don't even know him neither do i "

"Well if you start ur reds tomorrow I wouldn't be surprised "

"Mate shyanne listen i lied to these girls about where i live and money and my whole life style "

"Yeah"

"You no how I bumped into him well the girl started getting bear over protective even though she's going out with Grayson "

"So wait the girl u was with was going out with Grayson "

"Yeah"

"So what's Ethan  got to do with It"

"They look a like so she needed back up she said "

"But there not the same person "

"See what I mean the lack of intelligence this girl has"

"So wait she is with Grayson but Thinks Ethan will just fall for her when shes not with Grayson "

"Yes"

"Well..."

"I need to find out more"

" you never speak tho "

" when im with him i feel like i can speak for England"

"crushing over him already"

"no he just...shut it"

" omg did you get any homework i might send mine to you to do"

" no its anti-bullying week so they are giving us less homework"

"that makes no... so if u get bullied u get less homework i might try that"

"don't go getting yourself excluded now"

"i've got to go" she yawns "but keep up to date"

" see ya"

i tidy up my room and the kitchen after i made food i sighed thinking of what i could do as i felt alone and depressed unless im talking to Shyanne i don't feel like there is a point in living i mean what am i going to do when i get out of school im dump i cant get a job and ill end up like my mother drinking her way out personally i don't see a me after school is finished i don't see a me like what could i do with no GCSE's I always said last day of school no need to get results back just go hang yours self you know what what's the point in that don't even do the GCSE's at all pop the pills do what you gotta do

this is how it starts to fall into place what am i going to do im dumb and i have no friends and no parents my so called mother don't give two shits about me she would prefer to go the pub and get drunk then spend time with me today has been a day to remember first i talked second i think i talked to me crush third i stood up for myself

in my world that's amazing

i search for my phone witch is an iphone 4 so lucky my dad gave it to me before we left from the first house we speak on and off and have never really had a close relationship with each other all the thinks my mum cant buy like my laptop and phone i ask my dad for since he doesn't do much for me anyway

i get on my instagram and look for people that go to this school i don't bother say my school as thats always ripped away from me when i move on to the next one i find all the girls i was with today they each have about 800 followers i have move as i am part of nearly five different school plus i have some of the cutting society on here as they are the people in similar issue i look through there picture and its mostly shopping bags and designer clothes see just like i said girls that get dads card and spend it all day long

i find my way to Ethan's page but its privet so i go to Grayson's and i see a few old pictures of Ethan but mostly him and Brooklyn holding hands or smiling together ew she is a total scum bag i don't understand how boy's can not see when there girlfriends are total bitches i also don't understand why Brooklyn is one i mean why would Ethan go out with his brothers ex that's awkward then again it wouldn't ruin her insta as it wont look like she stopped going out with one unless she tags his name

crap i need to sleep its 4am i have school