Dolan Twins Imagines // 1

Broken // Ethan Dolan

Sad one... -KudosDolan

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*2 week flashback*

I sat in my classroom, watching the clock eagerly. The clock was taking forever to display 2:30. Once it did and the teacher allowed us to leave, I gathered my things quickly and dashed out of the room. I threw my things in my locker and grabbed my backpack. While I was walking through the halls, everybody watched me. I breathed in nonetheless and kept walking. I was stopped, hands gripping my backpack and yanking me back. I yelped. I was whirled around to face the same make up caked face of Brynn Hall. I was careful not to make any comments as she did her daily business. She looked me up and down,

"Miss me?" She smirked, waiting for my reply. When I gave none, she continued,

"You know, your boobs are too small. You should, you know, get that checked out. Your ass doesn't exist. Do some squats. You're fat too. Hit the gym and lay back on the ice cream. You've seemed a lot fatter lately, cut down on the sodium." She kept studying my body. I took careful precaution to hide my freshly cut arms in the sleeves of my hoodie. Her eyes lit up as she got another insult prepared,

"Wow! You really had the courage to show off your pot belly with a crop top? Good for you, but... I would suggest losing some weight first. Your waist! Oh my gosh, it's so big!" She mocked me and plastered a false sympathetic look on her face,

"Me and the girls can help you out with that you know. Just ask." She checked her phone,

"I have to go. Bye loser." She slapped me, the loud contact ringing through the empty hall. I held in my tears, walking quickly to my house. I opened the door, slamming it behind me and sliding down it. Tears flew down my face and I buried my head in my hands. I got up and checked to make sure no one was home. My brother was resided in his room, looking at something on his phone. I smiled, remembering all the good times where he wasn't such an asshole to me. I was brought back to reality by his disgusted voice,

"Why are you in my room?" He backed me into the hallway. I tried to speak, but he cut me off,

"Good." He slammed the door in my face. I sobbed loudly, walking into my own room and going through my drawers. I tore apart my dressers looking for my knives. When I found them, I strode to my bathroom. I filled the sink with boiling water and held my wrists out. When the knife cut through my skin, a jolt of pleasurable pain urged me to go on. I kept going until my whole left forearm was decorated with marks. I switched my hands, my non-dominant hand shaking. I slit my right forearm anyway, the jagged lines cascading across my arm. I watched the blood drip from the wounds and into the water. As I watched, the water turned pink to light red to deep red. I drained it, letting it swirl down the pipe. I washed the knife, dried it, and placed it in its rightful place. I then returned to the bathroom and washed my cuts in the shower. I dressed in a baggy sweater that was my brother's varsity jersey from high school. I slipped a pair of shorts on and dawdled downstairs, covering my arms up. My parents smiled at me. I smiled back and went to the fridge. As soon as I touched the door, I remembered Brynn's words. I stepped back and nodded to myself. My mother was cooking something over the stove,

"How was your day sweetie?" There was an evident smile in the tone of her voice. I sighed,

"Fine." I sat at the table. She turned to me,

"What's wrong Y/N? You've stopped telling us about your days at school. You used to always vent about what happened." She stopped stirring the pot. I shrugged,

"I've changed my views Mom. I have different ways of dealing with things now." I shrugged and got up, wrapping my arms around myself. I heard a sigh, followed by my mom's voice to my father,