TW: SELF-HARM IN THIS CHAPTER. DO NOT READ IF THIS WILL TRIGGER YOU.
Elle's P.O.V.
I'm home. I walked Sam home. Apparently he lives a block away. I walked to my room and into my bathroom. I closed and locked the door. I pulled off my shirt and looked at my arms. Small lines on my flesh. Some healed over, some a little fresher. I opened the very bottom drawer and took everything out of it. I lifed up the bottom of the drawer and pulled out my razor blade. It glinted slightly in the light if the bathroom. I walked over to the sink. I slowly dragged the metal along my skin, feeling the sensation of a sharp blade piercing my flesh. I did it again. And again. And again. Every slice, the dysphoria went away. The pain went away. I finally stopped, after making 4 new lines in my skin. I washed the cuts out and put some bandaids on. I washed the blood from the sink and the razor. I slid on a long-sleeved sweater and put everything away. I walked to my room and flopped on my bed, unlocking my phone. I had a text from an unrecognized number.
Unrecognized number: Hey it's Sam!
Me: Hi Sam! Wait, how did you get my number?
Unrecognized number: FB, duh.
Me: Oh yeah
Unrecognized number: So what's up?
Just as I was about to reply I heard my mom call me. "James! Dinner!"
Me: I gtg. Dinner.
Unrecognized number: Ok bye!
I walked downstairs, putting Sam in my contacts. I sat down at the table. "Hey mom. Hey dad." I said. "Hellooo! What about me? You're sweet, caring brother?" My older brother Jake said in mock hurt. "Oh sorry. I was addressing those who matter more" I said with a smile. "Oh how harsh!" He said, putting a hand on his forehead dramatically. There was a silence before Jake and I burst out laughing. Dad started laughing too. Mom chuckled lightly. "All right you three. Dinner time" she said, pulling a delicious-looking lasagne out of the oven. One good thing about my mom is that she is an amazing cook.
*at Sam's house*
Sam's P.O.V.
I finished texting Elle as mom called me down for dinner. We sat down. "Jim! Dinner!" She called. Jim came downstairs. "I gtg ma. I told you I have practice with the boys" he said. "Jim you never see us anymore. You stay in your room 24/7. You only come out yo get food or go someplace. Practice can wait. You will sit down and eat dinner with us. Your sister Selena- I mean your brother Sam eats at home." She said, shooting me an apologetic look. "Why are you comparing me to my freak-of-a-sister? I'm going to practice. Bye" he said, walking to the door and leaving. My mom sat down exhausted. "You ok mom?" I asked. "Yeah honey I'm fine." She said. We ate in silence. "So mom. I met this girl at school. Her name is Elle." I said. She perked up. "Is she cute?" I smiled. "Oh yeah. She's really cute." I said. "Tell me about her" my mom said. "Well, she has long, black hair and grey eyes. She's really pale. She has a witty semse of humor and always has a comeback. Today she told off some jocks in the cafeteria. She is trans too, except she is a male that wants to be a female. So these jocks came up to us at linch and they were all like 'hey fag, who's that chick?' And then Elle turned around and said 'if you used what little brain tissue you have left, you would see that that is not a chick it is a human.'" My mom laughed. "Bring her over sometime." She said with a smile. "Ok" I said.
Hope you enjoyed!
~Skai
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My Name is Elle
Não FicçãoElle Maye is a girl in high school. She is trans MtF and straight. She lives in a very small, conservative town. She has a brother named Jake Miller. He is her straight, cis brother and he supoorts her. Kacey Miller is her transphobic mother. Emmit...
