Chapter Two

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My alarm clock went off signalling the start of just another day. Unfortunately, it was a Monday which meant I had an entire week before the weekend.

I grumbled as I got out of bed and walked to the bathroom washing off the makeup that was still remaining on my face from Saturday night. It was nothing new, I was used to this routine. Waking up every day to another day of isolation.

I have no family, my parents died in a car crash which was a horrific experience which I relive every time I get a chance to sleep, I was so used to that reoccurring dream that it didn't bother me anymore. I thought the pain was normal.

I rolled up my sleeves and looked at every single tattoo I had, each one covered up the scars I had so that I could forget about the stories they told. One of them being an elephant. Don't ask me why I got it, originally I got it as the trunk could fit over more scars but after getting the tattoo I had a memory.

The memory was a happy one, my mum was sitting on the bed with me when I was five. We were playing with my stuffed animals until she whispered in my ears, "Elephants are my favourite animal." I giggled in response and whispered back something into her ear. You may call me stupid for remembering my mother's favourite animal but in reality, it felt like a part of her was still there with me.

I have piercings to express who I am, I wear black to cover up any emotions so people wouldn't bother me.

I left the house and rode my motorbike to school, that was another thing which made me different from the others. When I was twelve my dad taught me how to ride his bike and ever since the accident I've been riding his.

When I moved in with my foster family they didn't even bother talking to me or trying to change who I was, I was nearly eighteen so there was no need for adoption or legal rights which meant that I could be free in a couple of months.

I arrived at school or as what I like to call it a hell hole. Already entering the school people started whispering and making faces. Others however, showed sympathy. I didn't get what was the big deal, everyone knew about my life story and why I'm like this but no one, and I mean no one has tried to come up to me and start a conversation.

Again, I'm broken so it doesn't really bother me anyways.

It did hurt at the beginning, I got my first tattoo a few days after the accident and felt numb on the inside that I got two more. I lost all my friends because of my emotions and how I handled them. If you saw me two years ago you would have thought that I had come out of a mental asylum.

The school day continued as a blur with the constant staring and sympathy from teachers, it used to get annoying but now I've just gotten used to it.

I left school and went straight to the bar, this bar was the one that my mum and dad met in. I always hoped that one day that would happen too but look at me now.

A few minutes later I got out of my car to find plastic covers draped over the building with a construction sign, I ran to the builders to try and figure out what had happened. The one place which allowed me to be myself was gone and I had no other way of escaping. They were tearing it down...

I ran out of the area with tears and drove straight home. During my first few months, I got a therapist to try and help me cope with the disaster but she gave up on me once she saw I gave up on life. There was this one exercise which she always said would work only when the time was right.

That time was now.

I rushed into my room to try and find a piece of paper, I tore it in half before hurriedly writing down all of my thoughts and emotions. I wrote my address and name and said to whoever was receiving this that I hope that their life was better than mine.

I slipped outside and walked to the post office before writing a random address, one that I was hoping didn't exist. I put it in the box before leaving.

Surprisingly that activity worked.

Hopefully no one will read that letter and discover my broken mess...


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