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Dally/curtis sister imagine requested

Hey y'all this imagine is for Lola_Winston

My wrists ached but I ignored the pain. Thank god that today is colder than usual. I winced a i slid my long sleeve shirt over my fresh wounds. My brothers knew about my cuts and they try to help me stop but nothing seems to help much. They think it's their fault, but it's not. Darry beats himself up over  it. He thinks that he is to hard on me, but he's not. He actually not hard enough. I wouldn't dare tell him though. He would say I'm in denial or something crazy like that. Soda blames himself because "he wasn't there for his twin sister when she needed him the most" at least that's what he says, but that ain't right either.  Soda has always been there for me, I just don't tell him everything like I used to. And pony. My baby brother whom I love so much and would do anything to protect and he would do the same for me, really doesn't know what to blame it on. He just feels really bad about it. Pony just mopes around and doesn't really talk much or read as much as he used to. If one of the gang asks him what's wrong he just glances at me than leaves the room. I begged my to not tell any of the gang about my cutting habits. I even threatened them so that they wouldn't tell my boyfriend Dallas. The bad thing is I think dal is starting to figure out that something is up with me. He asks me if something is wrong and I always tell him I'm fine or it's fine or it no big deal or just something stupid like that. I have kind of always struggled with depression it just got worse and became known to my brothers after our parents died. I just kinda deal with it day to day though. No matter if the gang knows or not they really help me with it. They are always doing something stupid that I laugh at. Just that one little smile or laugh helps so much. I pulled up my hair and walked into the living room. I had on a pair of black leather pants and a black  Elvis T-shirt and a dark blue long sleeve shirt underneath. I had on a pair of converse that dal had given me. They were leather which was really hard to find. I walked into the living room and sat down beside Dallas. He put his arm around me and continued to watch Mickey Mouse making a sarcastic comment every now and then. I got up and walked into the kitchen to get a piece of cake and see what Darry was up to. "Hey Lola what ya up to?" Darry asked not looking up from his newspaper. "Nothing much just getting cake." I said. "Cake is good. Last night didn't sound so good for you Lola." Darry said putting his paper down and looking at me. "It wasn't just don't say anything please." I told him. "I won't. Let me see." Darry said. I walked over and he rolled up my sleeves. "Roll down your sleeves and come with me." Darry said. I did as I was told. We walked to his room.  Darry pulled out a first aid kit where he grabbed a couple of rolls of wrap and began to put the wrap on my arms. "What's this stuff?" I asked.  The wrap was black. "It's called sports wrap. I got it in the colors that you usually wear it's supposed to help you heal faster." Darry said as he wrapped up my arms. When he was done he kissed my arms then rolled my sleeves back down. "Please stop." Darry said. "I'm trying.  Some nights are just harder than others." I said. "I know Lola. Just do your best." Darry said standing up and hugging me then kissing the top of my head. I walked back to the kitchen and got some cake then went and sat back down by Dallas. I started eating my cake and he stole it. "Come on give me my cake back!!" I whined. "I don't think so." Dal said with a sly smile. I didn't have enough fight left in me for it. "Fine. Eat it." I said getting up. Dal ate the cake then walked into the kitchen where I was. "Come with me." Dal said grabbing my hand. "Where are we going?" I asked. "Just come with me." Dal said. We walked out of the house and all the way to the lot. "Why are we at the lot?" I asked. "Just because I wanted to get you away from your brothers and the rest of the gang." Dal said pulling me in for a hug.  He slowly started to sway like we were slow dancing. Then he picked me up and carried me all the way over to the old car seat. He sat me down and sat beside me after he started a small fire. Dal looked at me for a second then rolled up my sleeves. He looked at the sports wrap and unwrapped it. He seemed like he knew about my cuts. "Why? Why are you doing this? Why didn't you tell me? Why did I have to find out from your brother?" Dallas asked. "I don't really know why I did it. I didn't tell you because I'm trying to stop. I made my brothers not tell you but one of them clearly is  not afraid of threats." I said.  Dal looked like he was about to cry. "You are so much better then hurting yourself just to escape reality. I used to do that. I don't want you to do it. You are to smart to hurt yourself. I'm not going to leave your side until I'm sure you have stopped." Dal said kissing my arms then pulling me in for a hug.  And dal never left my side after that. Dal made sure I had no reason to cut. I really have no idea why everyone says that Dallas Winston is cold hard and mean. He makes sure everything is good for me. If I have a problem he takes care of it. I have actually stopped cutting all together. Dal is happy and so am I.

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