Imagines ➙ Dolan Twins

notes [g]

please read before the imagine. i wrote this a long time ago, and i understand some people can be offended/triggered by it. i am in NO WAY trying to joke about suicide, i just didn't feel comfortable writing an imagine so sad. i changed the ending to make it a bit happier, but i'm really really sorry if this imagine upset you.
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grayson rushed home, tears flowing uncontrollably down his cheeks. he had no idea what to expect when he got home. he had just received a text from you that said "i love you grayson, but i have to go."

grayson finally reached your house and barged inside. he broke the front door in the process, but didn't care. he shouted out your name, and got no answer. grayson frantically looked around the house. he looked for you, or any sign of where you might be.

grayson went into the kitchen, and saw a small piece of paper resting on the wooden table. he cautiously walked over to it, and picked it up.

there was a note scribbled on it in your hand writing. but the writing was messy, like it was rushed. it was also smudged in some spots, from tears.

"dear grayson,

i don't know what to say in this. you might've already found me by the time you read this, so this might be pointless. i just wanted to tell you that i love you. i love you so much that it aches. but i'm not happy. i'm drowning and no one can hear me scream. no one can help me. i know what you're thinking, 'i could've helped you' but you can't. i'm fighting my own personal demons and it's time for me to give up. i've been around long enough. i just want to be at peace. i'm sorry grayson. but i had to say goodbye.

love, y/n."

grayson read the note twice, before putting it down on the table. his tears had stopped falling. he had cried them all out. his heart was shattered, and he felt as though there was an empty hole in his chest.

grayson went upstairs, preparing himself for what he'd see. he went into your room. you weren't there. grayson went into the bathroom, and immediately fell onto his knees, his hands covered his mouth. grayson let out a loud sob. he just stared at you, tears spilling once more.

there was blood and a razor on the floor around you, and a pill bottle in your hand. some of them had spilled out, and were laying on the cold, white bathroom floor.

your skin was pale, and tinted blue from your veins. grayson crawled over to you and pulled you against his body. he continued crying as he gently rocked back and forth. no words slid past his lips. he was speechless.

"grayson..it's okay." you mumbled. grayson pulled away.

"what?" he choked out. your eyes were open, and had a small smile on your lips.

"i'm okay. it's a prank." you said louder. you put one of your hands on the side of grayson's face and smiled at him.

"what?!" grayson yelled. "this is all a prank?" he yelled and stood up.

"yeah ethan helped me with it." you chuckled.

"oh my god, y/n." grayson said. he ran his fingers through his hair and tugged up on it. "how did you even manage to do this?" he asked.

"lots of makeup and fake blood." you replied.

ethan came into the room and patted grayson on the back.

"it's for our next video. it was all y/n's idea." ethan said.

grayson sighed. "never do something like this again." he said.
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AH WHAT A PLOT TWIST i started crying while writing this and decided i didn't wanna write an imagine like this