Imagines•dolan twins

36|I give up|Ethan

Your P/O/V

I hate my life. I hate my family, I hate my house, I hate my school. I hate everything apart from my best friend, Ethan. He'd saved me many a times from me ending my life. I saved him a few times from his bully of a twin brother. We're both outcastes really but Ethan has friends and is loved, I am not.

I decided tonight is the perfect night to carry out my new life. I glanced at the thousands of night eyes glistening down on our broken planet. I looked away and zipped up my small case. I wasn't planning on taking much, but then again I don't have much.
I walked over to my battered and ancient wardrobe where I kept all my 'stress relief ' friends. I gave it all that name to make sure the jolly name overshadows the haunting truth. Blade, tablets, pocket knives and rope are what my little friends are. Ethan found them once and threw them away; once he was gone I just picked them all out of the trash and washed them.

My life is like a constant funeral. Technically it could be counted as that because every day a bit of my hope, happiness and love for my 'family' dies away.

Anyway back to my plan, I'm running away after years of consideration. I thought everything would get better but boy, was I naive.
I opened the window, the escape path to my freedom. I'd been carefully planning this, every tiny detail was mulled over and perfected. The tree outside my window was in the best position possible. I hauled my case onto a branch and was about to jump.
I looked over my shoulder, the last glimpse I'll have of my first home. Where I grew up and conceived my sorrow thoughts.
I closed my eyes tight and let a salty tear drip from it. I rubbed my eyes and opened them. I stood on the window ledge and bent my knees. I took a deep breath in and out, prepping myself for my new journey.
"Y/n! Don't move!" I could recognise that voice any time.
"Ethan, leave me be. I need to leave." I spluttered trying not to look at my broken friend
"You can't leave like this. Things can get better. Things between me and Gray got better."
"That's different. Plus that only lasted 6 years. This has been lasting 10." I gripped the ledge, trying not to look down.
"We both still needed saving and that's what we provided for each other, a safe place." Ethan was clawing onto any point he could make to help make me stay.
"I'm 16 now. None of this is helping anymore. Ethan please, let me go. This will make everything so much easier."
"I can't let go of someone so meaningful to me that simply."
"Well try. I'm just a lost and helpless case. You would be a much better person without me."
"Y/n stop! You can't do this! You know running away from your problems isn't the solution. Those are even your words." I could tell Ethan was crying a river now.
"Well maybe I'm just a hypocrite." I shrugged
"Y/n please, I need you."
"I'm sorry." I bit my quivering lip, holding back my tears.
"Y/n/-"
"Bye Ethan. I'll always love you. Stay true to who you are and never regret anything you do. Embrace your life as it comes and treasure your loving family. But do one thing for me, remember me. Whenever you're feeling down think of me and something I'd say." I jumped into the tree and picked up my case. "I really love you Eth."
"Y/n. Just stay and then there won't a a need for me to try and remember you. I love you y/n. You're like the only proper friend I've had and now you're leaving me." I shook my head and scaled the rest of the tree. I made sure there was a small enough gap for me to jump from tree to tree without falling to the ground.
I didn't look back. The last I heard of my world was them screaming out my name.

I'm a runaway because I gave up on everything, but my love for my best friend, Ethan.

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It sounded better in my head 😐
Amelia 🍒😅

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