Suicide Hotline || Grayson Dolan

Four.

Grayson's p.o.v

•A few weeks passed and I talked to the girl on the hotline everyday. She was helping me a lot.

I arrived at school on a Friday and I walked through the halls alone, trying to find someone to walk with so that I wouldn't look so alone. I put my hood over my head so I seemed more invisible and decided to head to class early, really early.

I walked into the classroom and waited for class to start. The first 3 classes went by swiftly and I headed to my fourth class. I arrived early as it was my first class after break. When I walked in I saw a person hunched over facing the window. I walked up to her and saw that it was Clara, and to my surprise, she was crying....

Clara's p.o.v

I hate myself for thinking about it. Although the actual incidents were over the memories would never fade. The thoughts, the feelings, I couldn't help it.

I was the one who triggered it, shouldn't have started the suicide hotline, it get me so involved in other people problems that it makes me remember mine, even more vividly.

I stepped outside my circle, my safety circle. I wandered too far and encountered them again. Over the past year I learnt to block them out, not care what they said, I did, it was working, I finally felt better again but then I wandered too far...

FLASHBACK (7 YEARS OLD)

I was in my room with my dolls humming along to the Hannah Montana theme song. My new dad , step-dad, walked in with two older boys (14 and 15 at the time) and introduced them as my step brothers. I smiled and my dad left so they could introduce themselves. But what they did that day was not an introduction in the slightest...

After it was all over I lay there naked in my room with bruises and cuts on every inch of my body. I sobbed as the hurtful words repeated in my head. I threw on a pink, fluffy robe and walked out of my room, quickly drying the tears from my eyes. I sat on the stairs and peered through the banisters at my dad talking to my new 'brothers.'

The only words that I could here were "'Good job boys' now what should we do next."

From that day on my little self experienced something no 7 year old should ever have to experience. For me it carried on until I was 16.
END OF FLASHBACK:

I did not want anything like that to happen ever again. But for me the thoughts were just as traumatic as the actual thing.

I sat in the classroom crying until a tall, muscular figure looked at me and gasped. He quickly removed his hood and revealed himself. Grayson.

He pulled me by my arm and took me to his car, shoved me in and drove.

"What are you doing?" I quietly asked between sobs.
"Don't worry, just wait please." He said not taking his eyes off the road.

I lay my head down on the dashboard and after about 10 minutes the car stopped. We got out and I looked around. We were in a playground.

We walked to the swings and sat on them. I swung calmly. Grayson looked at me and said: "Spill."

I took a deep breath and explained everything, my 'brothers' my step-dad, my past and the thoughts that would take over me.

Throughout the long time that I was speaking he would occasionally wipe away my tears, rub my shoulder and give me hugs. He was comforting and showing empathy, something I would not expect from him.

When I was done I stopped crying and said, "but I am trying my hardest not to get affected by it."

A small silence interrupted me like a hiccup.

Grayson looked down and started mumbling.

"What, I can't hear you?" I asked as I couldn't hear him.

"Oh um well, I've been going through some things too." He confessed

"You can tell me if you, want but you don't have to" I stated.

A tear rolled down his check as he said:

"It all started at the beginning of middle school, I was a really happy child and I got on extremely well with my twin brother. One day I arrived home and my mum wasn't there, I was too concerned and I just waited, expecting her to come back so I stayed up for weeks straight without sleeping just waiting for her to open up the door and say, 'I'm home.' After a few months I started giving up and eventually realised that she wasn't coming back. I cried myself to sleep every night after that. I still have no idea what happened to her. After she left my dad became depressed and he would hit me for no reason, every day after school he would greet me with a slap instead of a hug like a normal kid would. He became extremely abusive and now it's just me and him in the house because my brother left. I'm not allowed to leave, apparently I was a mistake and I'm slowly starting to believe it."

His last words hit me like a truck, they kept replaying in my head 'I'm slowly starting to believe it' it devastated me.

He broke down into tears. This is the first time I have ever seen Grayson showing any sort of emotion. I hugged him close, and surprisingly he let me and hugged back even tighter.

He pulled away and our faces were just inches apart. After a few seconds his lips were pressed against mine. He pulled away and looked embarrassed,
"I'm s..so sorry I didn't mean to."
He looked down at his lap and I lifted his chin and smashed my lips against his. After a few seconds we pulled away and smiled widely at each other.

Finally I had found someone who I could relate to.

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Hi guys,
OH MA GOD. Finally guys THEY KISSED. Yay, this is actually really sad, the Grayson part, but oh well I will try to make the next chapter happier.
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