CW: self harm scars, alcoholism, abortion
"shit hit the fan this early? thought you'd last at least a day before calling me" Gracie's voice flooded from Daisy's phone in a joking tone
When Daisy didn't respond, Gracie got worried.
"Dais?" Gracie asked again
"Yeah" Daisy managed to say
"Are you okay?"
"no" Daisy screwed her eyes shut and tried not to cry.
deep breaths
"what's going on?" Gracie asked, her tone worried
"It's..." Daisy's voice trailed off as she hit the side of her fist against her knee, willing the pain from the impact to will away her thoughts
Daisy didn't know if she had it in her to answer.
"it's okay if it's too much to tell me" Gracie reassured her
"I want to drink. I want a drink so bad and I can't and I never should've given in that night in Seattle because I was doing so good and now I cant think about anything else and i-" the words tumbled out of Daisy's mouth in a jumble as she gasped, the tears she'd been fighting back all day spilling over.
she cried, now so desperate that she couldn't find it in herself to care if Gracie heard her sob. she'd heard her sob many times during those late nights after eras. she'd even held her as she cried, promising not to leave her like her brother had.
fuck.
fuck fuck fuck she couldn't do it.
Daisy's hand slid up her thigh as she yanked the hem of her dress upwards around her hips.
she stared at the array of thin white lines covering the skin on the tops of both of her thighs.
memories of every dark thought she'd ever had, permanently etched into her skin.
it felt like her throat was closing up.
"I can't...I can't breathe" Daisy panicked.
her legs felt like static and her stomach bottomed out as she gasped for air through the tears.
she instinctively dug her nails into her thigh, yanking them across the scarred flesh.
a habit, trying to reopen the wounds so the sting of pain would snap her out of her spiral.
"Woah. Slow down. Take a deep breath. I want you to exhale as loudly as you can. Try to blow your bangs off your forehead" Gracie said
"What?" Daisy gasped, still trying to breathe
"just do it"
Daisy took a deep breath and exhaled as forcefully as she could, blowing her bangs up.
her body felt a little calmer after that.
"Now, I want you to tell me what kind of shoes you're wearing" Gracie's voice leaked through the phone, not unlike a tether to reality—a bouy keeping Daisy from losing herself completely in the storm.
Daisy was in no space to fight, so she described her brown leather boots to her friend.
"What kind of socks are you wearing?"
Daisy described her white crew socks in excruciating detail.
Gracie bombarded her with prompts, and Daisy answered them.
once they'd covered every detail of Daisy's dream house, Daisy could acknowledge that the prompts had worked.
she'd slowly stopped the incessant scratching at her skin, and though the skin was red and raw, her nails hadn't drawn blood.
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Fanfiction"I know her star sign, I know her blood type. I've seen every movie she's been in and oh god, she's beautiful." in which Daisy Evans-Browne realizes the best thing about her fiancée, is his sister. gracie abrams x oc gxg :)
