𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐍 𝐆𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐒

CH11- MY ONE AND LONELY

⚠Warning⚠: swearing, describing words of blood and cutting. (and overloading cuteness.)

The night was spent with laughs, pictures–that varied from Ryan in diapers to him losing his first tooth and just growing up in general–and, an extremely red Ryan. But taking a glance at her phone, (Y/N) saw it was nearly midnight. Her eyes widened, looking up and addressing the time.

"Hey, it's almost midnight, I think I need to get home." Ryan's embarrassed smile fell into a frown as those words left her mouth but, (Y/N) didn't take notice, for she was facing his mother.

"Oh dear, I'm afraid it is. Well, it was nice to meet you, (Y/N)."

"It was nice to meet you too, Mrs. Ross," She faced Ryan, "Thanks for inviting me, Ryan. It means a lot." He smiled, though it looked kind of forced.

"Of course, (Y/N). I can drive you home if you'd like?"

"No, it's alright. I can walk." Mrs. Ross discreetly nudged Ryan as if to say, 'Invite her to stay.'

"Hey, do you want to stay the night? It's late and I don't like the idea of you walking home alone," He realised he sounded a bit controlling and he started to panic, "I-I mean with all the human trafficking going on around the world and the a-amounts of creeps out there, I-I just-" He took a deep breath, "I just don't want anything to happen to you, is all."

(Y/N) smiled, "I can stay. But only if it's alright with your mom." She looked over at Ryan's mother. Mrs. Ross simply smiled and nodded. Ryan's face lit up and stammered.

"You can sleep in my room if you'd like. You can take the bed, I'll take the floor o-or the couch." (Y/N) smiled at his words. I love the fact he actually cares.

Mmm, he still pities you.

Yeah. He probably does but, it feels nice to be cared for, even if it's pity.

"Yeah, I can sleep in your room. B-but only if it's okay with you."

"Of course it is." We still have school tomorrow and I don't have clothes.

"I don't have clothes for tomorrow o-or to sleep in even." Ryan's mouth shaped as if it say, 'oh'. Mrs. Ross was next to speak up.

"You can borrow some of my clothes when I was younger. Maybe even some of the clothes before I had Ryan. If you're comfortable that is. Or you can wake up early and have Ryan drive you home to change."

"Yeah, I'll think I'll wake up early. Thank you so much though!" Sorry, Mrs. Ross. I don't feel comfortable wearing your clothes.

"It's no problem sweetie." Ryan had been quiet while they were talking, mentally searching his closet. "Hey, I have a very, very big shirt you can use as a sleep shirt. Or maybe a hoodie. You still have your gym shorts?"

"Yeah, I have them still."

"Do you want to use one of my shirts?"

"Do you have hoodies?" He doesn't need to see my ugly scars. Thank god I decided against cutting my thighs.

"Yeah I got hoodies."

"Is it alright if I use one?"

"Of course! I'll show you to my room..?" (Y/N) nodded, ready to follow him again. They went to his room and faced his closet. She stood, watching Ryan shuffle through his hanged clothes. He finally took out a hoodie, with a triumphant smile on his face.

"You can use this one. I don't use it, it's too tight for me."

"Okay thanks."

"Do you remember where the bathroom is?" She nodded heading down the hallway, to the bathroom.

She reached for the handle of the door and got inside, quickly changing and going back to the bedroom, where Ryan had the bed ready for her and was getting blankets to sleep on the floor. (i feel so bad making him sleep in the floor)

She helped him set the blankets down, once finished they got to their rightful beds and went to sleep. (yeah I know, boring.)
–––––––––

You ate so much.
Are you satisfied?
All those wishes to be skinny are gone.
GONE.
ALL BECAUSE YOU LISTENED TO RYAN.
WHY DOES HE CARE?
YOU'RE JUST A LITTLE BITCH, LOOKING FOR ATTENTION.
You shouldn't have stayed, you could've been on your merry way home, to your blade.
Don't you miss it?
The blood oozing out as you drag the sharp blade against your skin.
The feeling of relief.
Oh, relief. You should go. Sneak out the window. Go back to your blade. You know you want it. Go. Go. GO. GO. GO.

(Y/N) woke up to Ryan shaking her. A look of worry on his face. "You okay, (Y/N)? You were crying." (Y/N) sat upright and brought a hand to her face to find it wet. "Let me guess, nightmare?" Though, Ryan knew it wasn't just a nightmare. It was something worse that he hadn't figured out yet. (Y/N) looked down to avoid his eyes, as a way to successfully get away with lying to him.

"Yup, just a nightmare. Sorry for waking you."

"No, you're fine. Do you want me to stay with you?"

Say no.

"If it's not too much trouble?"

Fucking idiot.

Ryan smiled, "Of course it isn't." He sat down on the bed, letting her lay down. He shifted into a comfortable half-sitting-half-laying-down position and stroked her hair, sending her into inexplicable comfort.

Soon enough, her eyelids became increasingly heavy as he whispered a soft 'goodnight'. But, as he sent her into a blissful sleep, he, too, became increasingly tired. Struggling to stay awake, he removed his hand from her hair, onto his own body. Unfortunately, that was all he could do, for he fell into a deep sleep next to her.

Subconsciously, she shifted her body to turn around, facing Ryan, she scooted closer to the heat of his body, pressing her forehead against his chest. His body moving on its own accord as well, he moved his hand to her shoulder, as if to bring her closer to him.
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ANJSKSKS THIS IS TOO CUTE.
lmao, don't mind me. just fangirling about my own story.

thank you so much for the people that are reading my story! it really means a lot. I'm so sorry im not updated this frequently, I'm really busy with school and sports at the moment. I'll try to update as much as I can though!

please don't forget to comment! I love reading them.

stay safe,
–Dana❤