-GRAPHIC & DISTURBING REFERENCES-
*Play Clouds by Elias*
You run through Ethan's apartment abruptly as you run towards Grayson's bedroom where you last saw him enter.
You slowly open the door and enter whilst saying
"Grayson?"
You see a light coming from the other side of Grayson's toilet door. You knock and wait to hear a reply.
"It's open" you hear Grayson reply
As you walk in you see Grayson's head resting in his hands.
You watch as he slowly lifts his head up towards the mirror and stares at you with blood dripping down his face.
"You ok?" He asks bluntly
"Oh my god" you say under your breath.
His eyes were red from crying and his body already displaying the bruises and gashes.
You go to place your hand on Grayson's back to comfort him. As you reach your hand out he quickly turns around and backs away from you.
"Don't touch me" he said staring at you, blood dripping from his nose and eyes blood shot.
You stare at him as the blood slowly travels down his face.
"This is your fault" he said as he stepped forward to stand in front of you. His dominant body and aggression louring over you.
You begin to slowly walk backwards to gain space between the two of you, clipping the corner of the bathroom as you go.
"You made him like this" he began to yell at you as he swung the toilet door against the wall.
"You fucked him up"
"You ruined him" he continued to raise his voice as he continued to walk towards you.
"No" you say as you feel the tears building up in your eyes.
"I didn't mean for this to happen" you say as you begin to accept your responsibility, breath crumbling under each word.
"It doesn't matter what you did or didn't mean to happen. You ruined him." Grayson said with tears beginning to stream down his face, diluting the blood as they collide on his beaten skin.
"Get out" he continued as he looked out towards the window whilst wiping his tears.
"You need help" you said stepping back towards him, pointing towards his gashes.
"I don't need your help!" Grayson yelled back aggressively
You look at him tears beginning to stream down your face. You stare at him for a few seconds before turning around to head back to the door.
You place your hand permanently over your mouth as you're locked in disbelief of what just happened.
You run back to your apartment before slamming the door shut and throwing your bag against the wall.
You feel your heart pulsating in your chest
You run to your bathroom, floods of tears intercepting your vision.
You stand in front of you mirror and felt every nerve, every muscle and every bone in your body crumble as you drop to the floor.
Your energy is gone, all you could do was lay lifelessly as tears stream down your face, whilst you stare longingly at your wall.
You feel everything again, the sense of worthlessness, irritation. You feel as if you were home again.
You run your fingers up the insides of your arms as you feel the bumps and texture on your skin, your head drops to face your arm. The scars you've been trying to hide. Trying to forget refill and swarm all your memories.
You've never felt the urge this strong, but you just needed pain, you needed to punish yourself for what you've caused. The family you ruined.
You manage to drag yourself to your feet, and reach for the cupboard where you continue to chose a blade still with steaming tears running down your face.
You stare at the palm of your shaking hand, whilst you razor lays across it.
You pick it up and begin to press it against your skin, you take a deep breath before applying pressure. As you breath in you hear a door slam.
Your head turns quickly to face your bathroom door, tears still rolling rapidly down your cheeks, the razor still pressed up against your skin.
You continue to stare as Ethan burst through the door and watches you stand there lifelessly.
"What are you doing" Ethan yelled looking at the razor pressed to your skin.
You say nothing but release more tears and for-fill the silence whilst panting and hyperventilating.
Ethan grabs your hand with the razor as he throws it to the other side of the room and looks down at your scarred arms.
"Why have I never seen these before" he said still heated from earlier.
You can't find the effort to reply, all you can do is stare at him in horror.
He embraces you into a hug as he begins to realise the state you are in.
He rests his chin on your forehead before saying gently.
"I need you."
You listen blankly, before sobbing out of dread
