The Fooo Conspiracy Imagaines

Olly Imagine

⚠️ WARNING ~ Mention of self harm, sexual assault and suicidal thoughts. If you suffer, please don't read this imagine. If anyone is suffering please contact me. I know what it is like as I have self harmed myself and did nearly kill myself due to personal reasons. I am here for you guys. If you suffer please reach out to people and speak to someone because there is always someone there to guide you through it .
~ Your POV ~

The bell rang and everyone scrambled out of their seats but I didn't. I dragged myself out of my seat while keeping my eyes set onto the scratched laminated floor. I pick my bag up and sling it across my shoulder. Trudging through the halls made all my muscles tense. As I come to the end of the hallway everything seemed numb. The rain was pouring and I couldn't care, I'd rather be in the rain and become cold and numb then go home. 20 minutes past and I'm at the pale green and I feel sick. The sounds of my father trashing the house is deafening. My nimble fingers latch onto the door handle and silently turn so then I can slip inside and not get caught. I silently take off my converse and head towards the stairs to go into my room but the floorboard creaked and my fathers footsteps became heavier and louder. "And where the fuck do you think you are going?!" My father grunts as he grabs my shirt in his fist and draws his face close to mine. I gulp. "I... was gonna revise for my test, sir" I shake as I lied to him. His breath smelt of alcohol like usual. He lets go of my shirt but grips his hand around my arm and drags me to the couch where he places me onto and places his hands on my chest area. My blood runs cold as it always does. He was drunk like always but he never tried to help himself. I tried to stay still as I have learnt that trying to run away from this position makes it harder and he gets more aggressive. I just sit and think about what he might do next and what I'm gonna do once he has stopped. He keeps his hands at my chest area and continues to grope at it for another 10 minutes. He finally walks away and I get back to my feet and scramble to my room. I can't live in this house anymore. I don't have anyone. I look around my room and grab the razor that I kept in my drawer of my night stand. I press the cold metal against my skin and drag it along. My breathe is shaky but I continue to do it for another 10 strokes. My wrists are bloody and I feel defeated. Nobody would care anyway. I look out of my window and head towards it.  I climb out of the small frame and climb onto the roof . I sit on the top and then stand up. I steadily walk down to the edge of the roof and look down and see the drop. I sit and look at my blood drenched wrists. Not being here would be so much easier for people. I'm just a waste of time. I stand up and take a deep breath and step off the edge.

I felt warmth. I opened my eyes to meet blue ones. They were full of concern and worry. "What was you doing?!" his voice spoke and I looked away. "You could have killed yourself!" He commented again and I look away. I felt his eyes wonder around my body as he still held me. My wrists must have caught his attention as he asks what I'd do and why I did it. "I'm just a waste. You should have just let me die." I say and he carries me towards other houses and I become scared. "Don't worry I'm taking you to mine to make sure that we can stop infections in them cuts." He says and I relax a little. A few houses later, we arrive at him home but he refuses to put me down. He carries me towards the kitchen and then places me on the marble counter. He reaches for the cupboard above my head and gets some bandages and some solution to clean my cuts with. "What's your name?" I ask as he bandaged up my wrists. "Olly and I know who you are. I see you every morning and afternoon after school because I walk behind you all the time. And I'm also in majority of your classes." He says and I look away again. "I'm sorry." I mumble and he looks at me. "Don't be sorry about anything. It's ok." His voice breaks my gaze at the floor and into his blue eyes again. "Just don't do anything  like this again please. I don't want to lose you because I've always wanted to talk to you and care for you but you disappear every time that I go to speak to you. I'm always here for you to speak to if you feel like that again. Just promise me that you will come and talk to me if you feel like this again ok?" "Ok."