Dedicated to DrowningInSociety15
When she was a kid and someone asked her what she wanted to be when she got older she would say to them that she wanted to be a ballerina.
Her hand immediately shot up at the question 'oohs' fell out of her mouth a ghost of a smile haunting her lips. "Yes Ms.Ashton" the teacher would say trying her best not to giggle at the giddy girl. "I want to be a ballerina when I gwow ups, so shen mommy weeds helf I can dance away dwaddy so he swops hurting hur." The teacher was irked by the sadistic
Statement and made a few phone calls and before the little girl knew it daddy was gone and mommy was mad.
When she was nine, she wanted to be a celebrity. To talk to cute boys, and hang out with famous people. To get away from mommy.
"You're such a DUMB BITCH!!"
"Mom I'm sorry, I'll clean up I'll cook dinner, I'll do anything please!" She sobbed, choking on tears that relentlessly fell from her eyes. If she was a celebrity she would be in a boat floating upon her problems, watching them get crushed beneath her.
When she was thirteen she wanted to be pretty.
Her waste was too big and her legs were too thick. Her skin wasn't soft, and she wasn't happy. Her food intake had slimmed, and so had she. Her best friend had hugged her one day and started crying claiming she felt like she was holding a bag of bones. But still Y/N wasn't satisfied.
When she was seventeen she wanted to be dead.
"Please god let me go" she would cry every night on the bathroom floor, wrists stinging, heart breaking.
One day a boy had found his way into her heart, his curly hair and soft gorgeous brown eyes completely drugging her. She fell in love with him instantly.
When she was twenty she wanted to leave and she did.
"Momma let go of me!!!" She shouted begging the women to release her grip on her wrist. "PLEASE MOMMA!" She had begged. But she got out and she moved in with Ashton, which led her to this moment right now.
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Her legs shook like silver of spoons held in strong arms with loose wrists, her mouth a graveyard of teeth broken from biting down on themselves, her heart swooned with echoes of a heart beat and she prayed the world would leave her alone for one night. Her mom had come for a visit and it didn't end up to well. Considering it ended with Y/N on the bathroom floor with bloody wrists.
Mikey had entered the apartment they shared calling out her name but was not satisfied with a reply. He climbed the stairs looking around the bedroom before deciding that Ashton probably was out. He figured he could use a shower, so he went to the bathroom. Discovering his fiancé on the floor. His heart shattered and he didn't know what to do. "Oh god" he muttered.
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When he was 23 he wished she knew that he was like her. That when he was a little boy he wished to be an angel so he could bring his sister back to life. When he was nine he wished to be famous to share with the world the horrors of reality. When he was thirteen he wanted to fit in so people would like him so his mom and dad would appreciate him. When he was seventeen he wanted to be dead, so the world knew what it did, and could feel bad about it, but deep down he knew the world didn't care. When he was twenty he wanted to leave and he did, he wanted to get away form the mess, to not become his sister. He wanted to fall in love, which led him to this moment right now. He checked her pulse and realized there wasn't one and then he realized he was destined to become his sister.
