Ride The Cyclone OneShots (Plus some hc)

~Jane Doe Angst~ Dolls are ment to be played with.

(TW: THREAT OF SA, SELF HARM, MANIPULATION, BODY HATE, PILLS, ABUSE, SUICIDE. DON'T READ IF YOU CAN'T HANDLE IT, YOU MATTER ❤️‍🩹)

Jane woke up, feeling like today was going to be a good day, she didn't know why however but was trusting herself for the first time in awhile. She made her bed, put on her uniform and makeup then she went downstairs. Brandon, her foster parent, was passed out on the couch with beer bottles from the night before surrounding him. She started to pick up the bottles and toddled to the trashcan. On her second trip however, she felt a sudden sharp pain in her hip, something she always trouble with, and winced a bit. She tried to cover her mouth but as she did she dropped one of the bottles, making it shatter once it hit the floor. 'No, no, no...' She thought as she scrambled to get the glass of the floor, cutting her hands a few times. But it was already too late.

Brandon woke up and had gotten up, "What was that doll face?" His voice was horse and cold, it gave Jane goosebumps. Especially when he said "Doll face.", she hated the nickname. Jane loved dolls but she doesn't want to be called one because of that, or because she moved like one. "I-it was just a bottle sir... I've gotten it cleaned up-" She stuttered out until she got cut off by her hair getting pulled, which might not seem like much but her head can't be moved too fast due to brain issues. "You're some messed up that you can't even clean up correctly? God, what the fuck is your issue, doll?" Jane didn't awnser in time for him which led to her getting slapped, she held her cheek and looked at him, "It was an accident.. my hip started hurting again and it happened so fast, I didn't mean to.."  He looked at her with a glare that could cut ice, he lifted her up by her neck causing her to choke slightly "Your hip was hurting? I could make it hurt a lot worse with the things I could do to you." Jane didn't know what it ment entirely but she had a feeling it was bad.

She was tempted to ask but she didn't and shook her head. Brandon, annoyed of her already, threw her onto the ground causing her to hit her head kinda hard on the floor. Jane held back tears and any noises of pain when she rushed to get up. Her vision was hazy and blurry so she felt around till she found the counter and got up. She stumbled to get her bag and quickly got out of the house. Jane wasn't allowed to drive so she held her head as she walked to school. 'Today is still going to be a good day..'  She thought to herself. Once she entered school, she put on her nosie canceling headphones and watched her feet to avoid stares of the other kids. She got to her locker and put her stuff away.

Stacy, your stereotypical popular girl, walked over to Jane and shoved her into the lockers and spun her around, making the two look at one another. "I see you gained a few pounds, fat ass. I thought dolls were supposed to be perfect. Then again, they're supposed to be beautiful, you've been wrong." she remarks while squeezing Jane's cheek. Jane, clearly uncomfortable, tried to push her away. Stacy dug her nails into Jane's face and held her in place, then she dug around in her purse until she pulled out an unlabeled bottle of some kind of pill and forced Jane's mouth open. The hallways were so crowded that none of the teachers saw when the pills were poured into her mouth and when Jane took a knee to the stomach, causing her to choke on the pills as she collapsed. Stacy laughed and started recording the girl choke, other students came and joined her. Jane's eyes turned bloodshot and she became red in the face till eventually she found the only solution was to swallow them. So she did and she looked at Stacy. "That should help with the fat." She walked away.

'Help.. that means good right? Stacy probably didn't know I couldn't breathe.. she just ment to make me better! Yeah... that's why she did that..' Those thoughts continued throughout the day but they slowly got worse, her mind was insulting her and breaking her down. After school came and it was time for choir practice. She had planned to ask Ricky out at the end of the day, it was her first crush! She walked in and sat in her spot, Mishca and Noel were already there and, of course, Ocean was too. Jane tapped her feet quietly while waiting for Ricky. One of the things that made her confident was that she had a strong feeling that he liked her back, Jane could finally feel loved by someone..which was another thing she was excited about.

When choir was over she walked over to Ricky and tapped his shoulder. Ricky turned and looked at her, "What Jane?" She shook off the uneasy feeling she had due to the harshness in his voice, which was unlike him, and asked the question, "Would you like to go out on a date..?" Ricky just stared at the blonde girl. Jane's mind was actually encouraging her for once, not noticing the stare fully. ' It's going to work! We'll go on a date and I'll be able to get away from Brandon for once and I'll be happy!-'

"Jane I don't see you like that. I don't think I ever will love you like that. I know I won't ever love you like that."

Jane froze when Ricky walked away without another word, leaving her alone to her thoughts.  Her mind went quiet as she walked home and continued to be quiet as she did her chores. Brandon noticed that she was off and decided to use it to his advantage, "Dollface, don't tell me you forgot what today is?" He got up and walked over to her. Jane stared at him and shook her head a bit. Brandon slapped her, "You little bitch. You fucking forgot?!" Jane had no choice but to nod and before she could apologize for forgetting, he had grabbed a knife and slit her cheek. Jane winched and Brandon smiled at the sight of her blood, he then shoved her to the floor and threw the knife, just barely missing her fingers. "Here's what's going to happen doll. You're going to finish these chores and go to bed. In the morning you're going to run 15 miles. And I mean run, none of that weird walk shit you do. You're not going to go to school because you're grounded. I'm not going to have a fat daughter." Jane nodded slightly but her agreement didn't stop Brandon's nightly beating. She had learned that if she dissociates, it ends faster but the downside was she'll loose a part of her memory. She only knows that because of the medicine she found with her name on it.

A few hours later, Jane had crawled to her room. She had cuts and bruises, she could barely see and it hurt to breathe. 'This Is all your fault, you know.'  "All my fault...today was supposed to be a good day.." Jane said quietly to herself before letting exhaustion overcome her body...
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This cycle continued for a week. If Jane wasn't running, she was cleaning. If she wasn't cleaning,  she was getting beaten. She couldn't eat or take care of herself. Brandon had made a fake article for Jane to see about how if you harm yourself in some way, you'll be prettier. So she started to cut herself that night. She just wanted this to be over.. she didn't know what she did but her mind kept reminding her that she should be dead.

One night, it became too much for poor Jane. She went to the garage and found some old ropes and went to her room with them. She got out of her bloody clothes and changed into a dress she was going to wear if she ever got away from Brandon. A beautiful white dress with Lacey sleeves and a white bow. She did her makeup like a doll, putting cracks on all the scars and bruises. She took some pills as she did her makeup, then grabs her favorite doll. She had brown hair and green eyes. Jane kissed the doll's forehead, "I hope you can come with me, Savannah.." She got up on the chair and put the rope around her neck, she took a deep breath and smiled as she kicked the chair back.

Brandon found her body. She was burned and nobody at the school found out she was dead for months. Her doll was buried in place of her with an unmarked headstone.