Suicide Hotline || Grayson Dolan

Two.

Clara's p.o.v

•I opened my textbook and the teacher started to call out our names to see if we were in class.

His voice completely monotone and emotionless, the teacher called,

"David Busher"
"Clara Slade"
I replied with "Here sir"
A few more names and then the teacher said..
"Grayson Dolan"
The boy in front of me looked up and replied in a deep voice with "here"

That's where I had hear the name Grayson Dolan before. He had sat in front of me in class every single day for the past two years.

He was extremely quiet, never really spoke, however, I never would have guessed that he had the problems that he explained to me last night.

He has no idea that the night before he spilled his thoughts and emotions to a girl he would never have talked to in person.

When I went up to collect my task I got a better look at him.
He had cropped brown hair with a few blonde highlights, hazel brown eyes and a muscular build. In fact he was surprisingly good-looking. Actually he was very good looking.

We got to choose our seats, there were no empty seats other than next to Grayson, what a coincidence. I wasn't intending on speaking to him so I sat down.
He looked at me and gave me a weak smile.
I smiled back.

I could literally see that he was hurting.

No words were spoken during the lesson at all. However, halfway through I heard Grayson mutter, "Do you get this, I don't get this?"

I looked over at Grayson and realised that he was looking at me and I was the one who he asked the question to. I then explained how to do the task.

We finished our work and went up to the teacher together, quietly, without speaking at all.

He said a blank, "Thanks" and the bell rang and we went our separate ways for the rest of the day.

~

Grayson's p.o.v

I got on the bus and put my earphones in. Most of my life was spent listening to music because it blocked out the reality, the dark, crumbling reality that I called my life.

I opened the front door and flinched, expecting to be greeted with a slap or someone shouting at me, but no one did. However, a few moments later, after I had set my bag down and had taken my shoes off, I heard a low, loud voice which shouted "Boy, come here!"

It was my dad, the voice sounded like it was coming from his office so I went up to the door and knocked quietly and entered. I large hand slapped my face and pushed me to the ground. I whimpered and flinched expecting something else but instead he said,

"Take this"

It was an empty tray, I took it and started to walk away.

"Did I say you could leave yet?" My dad growled.

I turned around slowly and he started to pile dirty, old and used things onto the tray.

"Leave" he murmured darkly.

I started to walk away but on my way to the door I stumbled over an empty box and a plate fell off of the tray that I was holding. I quickly picked it up and left without looking back.