torment | grayson dolan

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TRIGGER WARNING - LOW SELF-ESTEEM AND TALKING ABOUR THE CONSEQUENCES OF SELF HARM (SCARS ETC) but it's not extreme. There is no graphic description of anything, but just in case you get uncomfortable by that x

PRESENT DAY

Amelia

"Grayson stop, don't do it! Jessica please don't, your hurting yourself! Jessica!"

"I'm sorry Amelia, but it's the only way."

"Jessica!" I woke up after the bang of the gunshot, dripping with sweat. I checked my alarm.

4.32am

Just a dream Amelia.

It was just a dream.

Grayson and Ethan aren't here.

Jessica is in a better place now.

You're safe.

I sighed, running through my wet hair. I had recently dyed it back to brown, finally sensing a normality to my life again.

"Amelia honey, are you okay?" I heard Mera run into my room with urgency.

She had obviously heard me screaming.

I'm glad to say that the only thing I had kept about my past life was Mera. I hadn't seen Ethan or Grayson Dolan since I passed out in the hallway at high school.

Once released from the hospital I studied online school, did my exams and proudly was accepted into UCLA where I've been attending for two years now.

A very enjoyable two years.

Mera also was accepted and we decided to rent an apartment close to campus, not wanting to be stuck in dorms.

"Yes I'm fine, just another bad dream that's all. Thank you though," I sighed, swinging my legs out of bed and walking into our tiny kitchen.

I waltzed over to the refrigerator, taking a bottle of water down from the shelf before setting myself down on our couch.

"Was it your usual nightmare?" Mera said anxiously, sitting down facing me.

"I guess, but not exactly. My foster home wasn't there, and neither was Ethan. It was primarily on Jessy, and..." I couldn't even speak the name.

"Grayson?" Mera inquired, a sympathetic look on her face.

"Yeah," I sighed, clawing my hair up into a bun to stop it swamping around my face, trapping me.

"A new milestone though," I pondered.

"Really?" Mera questioned, looking hopeful.

"Yeah, it's been two months since the last one."

"That's great!" Mera grinned at me, incasing me into a hug. "Hopefully even longer, or preferably never, until the next one yeah?"

"Hopefully," I smiled softly at the rug on the floor.

"Yes, well I'm going to go back to sleep but I don't mind if you watch TV or anything but maybe just keep the volume low? Maybe it will take your mind off things." She suggested, getting up from the couch facing me.

"Sure," I said, sighing. "I might shower if that's ok, I'm sweating and my pyjamas are far too fuzzy, I feel like I'm being boiled alive."

"Of course, anything you need to help," She walked over and patted my back. "It'll get better Amelia."

"I know, thanks," I said getting up.

"Bye Mera," I said walking into my room again.

"Bye Mel," she replied, putting the remainder of the water down the sink and put my glass away for me.

I shut the door to my bedroom and turned on the light, stripping off my pyjamas to get new ones. Passing the mirror to the drawers I stopped.

I looked at my reflection. A lot has changed in four years. Once I started online school, I got skinny, and my hourglass figure came in. But that didn't make the scars go away. I looked at the scar on my stomach where the doctors had operated on me.

The day I passed out, it turns out that they had broken 3 of my ribs, which punctured an organ, making me cough up the blood. The police asked me questions endlessly but I didn't say who had done that to me. They may have hurt me so badly, but I didn't want to be constantly reminded of them and through a court case.

I looked at my other scars, littering my inner tops of my thighs onto the sides of my hips. I stopped cutting a while ago, and now that I have become skinnier, they have stretched and look somewhat better than they did, looking more like stretch marks.

Those were for all the names people called me. I walked closer to my mirror, and looked at the scars behind my ear, as well.

I can wear my hair up now, and I can wear shorts because I'm stronger now. I just cut over the cuts at the top of my inner thighs and hips, which is where my bikini bottoms would be, but that doesn't stop me. I refuse to wear my scars as symbols of suffering and pain, but rather how I've overcome that hurdle in my life.

I have completely changed these past years. If anyone from my last school saw me, they wouldn't even recognise me. I also keep that up with the help of my ever changing hair colour, which was previously purple. Oh, and the reconstructive surgery I needed for my nose and jaw.

I span around in the mirror before looking back at my reflection again, my sweaty complexion staring right back at me.

I thought I was finally happy and pretty in this body, not caring about what others think of me.

I'm still not quite there yet, but I'm trying.

A/N: hey guys, what do you think so far? Don't forget to comment and vote. I used to have pictures in the media and stuff of the people I wanted to play the characters but I've thought about it and I think it's good if you guys get to imagine them yourselves but I'll give you some detail if that's ok.

Amelia: I personally see her as either African American or mixed African American and Caucasian, light eyes(green) and slim thick heheh maybe facial features quite like a younger Lana del Rey(?) with her natural hair being like beautifully curly.

Mera: Caucasian, quite small, blonde hair with brown eyes, straight hair and curvy. She's very glam whereas Amelia prefers to be much more of a no makeup and sweatpants kind of girl.

Zöe (new character lmao) :  Awesome Asian, in my head she's Korean. Dyed icy blonde hair with dark roots, hair to her shoulders. Tall and skinny, amazing fashion style( sort of omighty aesthetic)

Ethan and Grayson : obvs their beautiful selves

Tyler: very tall, Native American, amazing smile like one of those smiles that make you weak af

Jacob: skinny and lanky, tall blue eyes and black hair.

200 votes for next chapter?

Lmao anyways but ly xx M