Outsider Thoughts

Imagine

I had a dirty imagine here but I deleted it and now I'm making a sad one :(((
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***TRIGGER WARNING***
Disclaimer: please do NOT continue reading if you get triggered reading about self harm, depression, eating disorders, etc. If I EVER put the trigger warning it contains something above. please stay safe and take care of yourself!!
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One day Y/N was hanging out at the lot, alone may I add. You started waking around when a bunch of Soc girls approached you. They start yelling "Hey fatty where you heading?" "Look at the whale of a greaser we got over here!!" and "How does she manage to walk and not break the floor boards??" said the three beautiful, slender Soc girls.
After chanting at you they winded up chasing after you. Hearing patterns of foot steps hitting the concrete. They caught you. After tackling you to the floor, punches were throw at you. You got a black eye and a couple of bruises. The Soc girls left after there job was complete.
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You went back to your house. Mom and Dad were fighting again, but it wasn't the first time you've seen them or heard them go at each other like that. It happens quite a lot.
So you immediately ran up to your room and looked in the mirror, analyzing the fat on your stomach and legs. You thought you were getting better, but you knew that wasn't true. You went and got something you used to use a lot.
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Running back out to the lot, you hid by a bush. You rolled up your left sleeve of your light blue jean jacket, looking at the faded scars on your arm. You grabbed the blade you took from home and ran it across your skin. Making 6 new marks. As blood was dripping you went to go at it again when you heard someone running at you.
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You immediately roll down your sleeve and drop your blade. Turning around acting as if nothing happened. You looked up at the person running at you, already knowing it was your best friend. Johnny looked at Y/N. He begins to say "Y/N why is there blood on your sleeve? And what happened to your eye?" he says extremely worried and oblivious to what really happened. You brushed it off, maybe he thought the blood was from a fight, so you just went with that.
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You and Johnny were talking and he went to go grab your left arm to drag you to the park. Wincing loudly, you pulled ur arm away. Johnny soon realized what happened and he began to slowly ask "Y/N can I see your arm?" he says in disbelief.
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You jumped back trying to ignore his request. He sits you down next to him. He asks "Y/N can you tell me what's wrong? Please"
You stretched your left sleeve rolling up a bit, you didn't notice until you saw Johnny looking at your new scars. He looks up with tears down his face  "Why y/n? When did those get there? How long have you need doing it?" he bum bards you with questions.
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You immediately rolled you sleeves down to the middle of your palms, jumping up yelling "Don't question me! We all know you cut too Johnnycake!" He looks up at you, not believing you had just said that to him. But you weren't wrong, so he couldn't shout back. He jumped up and held the ends of his sleeves in his hands. Not possibly letting his old scars show.
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You two stare at each other for a solid three minutes, taking in everything that just happened. You both sit down. You explained to Johnny what happened and why, both of you broke down in tears.
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Johnny looks up at you, his eyes red and puffy and tells you "You aren't 'fat' Y/N your absolutely beautiful. I don't know why those damn Socs say things like that to you, or even why you listen to them. But they're wrong, extremely. You're so special to me and the rest of the greasers Y/N. Remember that, your so beautiful." he proceeds to kiss you on your forehead.
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He grabs your hand and you both walk to the Curtis household. He brings you into the bathroom to help fix you up. And on that day you realized those damn Socs were wrong, and all those things they call you aren't real. You opened up your eyes and saw how beautiful everyone thinks you are. And you could never be anymore thankful.
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That's a Wrap! Much Love, Gia