Trans Boy (Crankiplier)

Rape (Official Ending)

(wow, that title is straight to the point)
TRIGGER WARNINGS
'Ethans POV'
-Dream/memory/nightmare-
_two years ago_
I was on my way to John's house, he was moving tomorrow and I had to tell him that I'm trans before it was too late. When I arrived at his house I was greeted by his father, who already knew I was trans and was accepting of it. He told my John was in his room and as soon as I walked into John's room he pinned me against the door after closing it and started kissing my neck "s-stop" "why, are you not enjoying this?" "no, I'm not, I just came here to tell you that I'm transgender" "no your not" "yes I am" He then slapped me "No your not!" he then shoved my onto his bed and pulled my pants down "yes I am, now stop!" He proceeded to pull my shirt off and when he seen my binder he grabbed a pair of scissors and cut if off me. I had started shaking with fear and had started having a panic attack and didn't realise that John had pulled his pants down and had put a condom on until I felt him pin my waist down and forcefully push his dick into me, which caused me to scream out in pain and yell at him to stop which resulted in another slap, then his father came in, pulled his son off of me and grabbed my clothes, gave me them, took me out of the room, let me get changed and gave me a ride home then told my parents what happened because I instantly ran into the bathroom and sat on the toilet seat and cried my eyes out and decided I had had enough of John's abuse and broke up with him, unaware that it would lead him to telling the whole school that I was transgender but I did not he would do that at the time, I had also turned my phone off after I messaged him and I stayed seated on the toilet and I seen my dad's razor and I picked it up. I held it against my wrist and cut horizontally once before I realised that other people would see it if I did it there so I pulled my shirt up and cut my stomach a few times then I pulled my pants down and I cut my thighs about 20-30 times before I stopped and I cleaned the razor before putting it back in its original spot on the counter, I pulled up my pants, not bothering to clean my cuts then I left the Batheaston walked to my room, closed and locked the door, and stood in front of my mirror and looked at my shoulder length hair and grabbed a pair of scissors and I cut the hair and grabbed a bandage and wrapped it around my chest then looked at myself in the mirror and I looked more like I was supposed to. I then took the bandage off, cleaned up the hair grabbed the scissors, cut across my thigh 10 more times then got into my pajamas and cried myself to sleep

-normal-
I woke up crying and shaking. 'Why did I have to dream about that time!' I tried not to have a panic attack because last time I had one when I was alone I n my room I had got hold on a knife and had cut myself pretty bad and I did not want to break my streak of being clean for for months. I was gonna call someone but I didn't want to burden them and I did not want them to think I was doing it for attention by say I used to cut, because Mark had told everyone earlier at school about his depression. Yet though every time I tried to fall asleep I hear the horrible names I was called in school ever since that day:
TRANNY
FAGGOT
EMO FUCK
FAT UGLY SHIT

It was all true but I knew I could not let it get to be, because I knew if I did, it would drive me to cut again, I had to be strong, not for me, but for Mark, just like he is being strong for me.

(so, this is a part I wrote and is the closest I am ever gonna write to smut, I'm glad people like my story and I have a great idea for the ending)