So there you are, the usual routine. Wake up, wash, go to work, go home, have dinner, go to bed. You hated it, you wished something would change and one day it did and you never saw it on the horizon.
You're leaving work as a cashier in New Look, its a warm summer evening thats when it happened..
As you leave you noticed a figure watching you, he seemed familiar but you cant remember how. You carry on as normal and walk to your car and think nothing of this mysterious guy. You unlock the door and hop in as you put your key into the slot and put your seatbelt on you hear a tap on your window. You look over to see on the passengers side there he is, the guy you saw when you left. He mouthed one word to you, "coffee?". Nothing like this has ever happened to you before but you decide that life cant get that much worse so hey ho. You unlock your seatbelt and get out your car. The strange boy walks over and introduces himself. "George". He was cute theres no denying it, he has wavy brown hair that mopped his face and he was quite tall too, tall enough to tower over you slightly, at least. You tell him your name and he leads you accross the road to starbucks.
"Espresso please, what would you like?"
"I'll have a caramel frappaccino please"
You both tell the guy behind the counter before walking over to sit by the window.
"Im sorry, I recognise you from somewhere, do you come to the shop often?" You ask George.
"New Look, no i dont think so... i dont like their cut of jeans.. bit tight" He replies with a chuckle
"Oh so you're a bit of a joker, eh?" You giggle back, "no but serious, do i know you? Have we met before?"
"No, hun but i know you", he responds.
"And.. what does that mean?"
"It means that i've seen.."
"Seen what?" You start to get scared of whom this stalker may be..
"Come here".. George grabs your wrists
"What are you doing, get off!" You shout, noone else in the room seems to care that this stranger is grabbing you, that pretty much sums your life up though.
He manages to pull up your sleeves.
"I've seen"
He uncovered your scars. You were depressed. Alone. Suicidal almost. You self harmed.
"Who are you, and how did you know?" He doesn't respond to your questioning.
"WHO ARE YOU?" Tears begin to stream down your face.
"Its me, Y/N, its me. Your brother George. George Shelley"
*Flashback*
"Dad stop!! Get off of mum! DAAAAD!"
You heard screams, silence then a door slam. Three years old, you walk out and see them lying there George, your brother lying there with your mother in a pool of blood.
Daddy used to hit mummy and Georgey would stop it but it got bad.
Neither your mother nor George survived the attack and your father was locked up for a long time. Thats all you knew before you were sent to a new home, a foster home. The first of many. You never truely had a family. But you never forgot your mummy and brother, never.
*Reality*
"No, you can't be, George died when he was 19!"
"I did, but i stayed wth you hun, in your heart" he tries to comfort you but you're bewildered.
"I couldn't stand to see you still hurting yourself, 20 years later, because of what that beast did to our family" You flung your hands around his neck.
"I love you George" You whisper.
"We love you too", but you need to stop hurting yourself, we will always be with you Y/N. Promise us you will live your life for the three of us and love it, please" Your mother is suddenly here telling you this with George.
"MUM...?!?"
Suddenly you woke up..
"I promise" You whisper..
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Wow so thats my first imagine.. A bit emotional I know I hope you like it!! xx
