RADICAL, 80's IMAGINES.

"i was never gonna be good enough." - dallas winston [edited]

warnings: self harm, depression, suicide, death and just a really fucking sad imagine.

you stupid boy if only you realised she loved you.

y/n cade was in love and sadly she was in love with him.

dallas winston. cold hearted, mean, rude, and gorgeous. y/n, was incapable of love but she did love him. the only people she really loved was the gang. but especially her twin brother johnny.

y/n was beaten, everyday. not every couple of days. everyday.

she wanted to die, most of the time. she never really felt much but numbness, she pretended she was fine.

she made jokes and smiled but none of it meant anything, it was all fake. the only real thing she knew was that she loved dally.

y/n sat in the lot, smoking and drinking her day away. as tears escaped her eyes she watched the sun go down. smoke and the smell of beer filled the old coach she was sitting on.

there all right i am useless, i am ugly, i am a piece of shit, i don't deserve to breathe.

she decided in her thoughts to just go tell dallas she loved him. she thought what the hell, life already fucked me over i can take another hit of the shit.

she walked along smoke following her as usual. people stared at the bloody and bruised girl who silently cried as she walked to bucks.

she knocked on the door, buck opened with a grin.

"hey buck." she said wiping a tear away from her raw cheek.

"dally?" he asked, she seemed to always visit him.

she nodded, he moved out of the way as she walked in across the wooden floor. she slowly walked up the stairs, her bloody white tank top catching peoples stairs. her dirt stain denim skirt clinging to her bruised, aching legs, and her ripped converse padded up the stairs.

she knocked onto the door, a shirtless dallas opened the door. he saw her beat up body standing limp, and her eyes glassy avoiding his cold ones.

"come in y/n." she limped in, sitting down on his floor near his shelf.

tears escaped her eyes, she gulped and looked at him.

to others he was cold and rude, but to her he was just a kid who hid watching the sunsets from others. he was kind to her, and thats what she loved most.

"i need to tell you something dal." she said standing back up.

he noticed the fresh blood scars across her wrists, and sighed how could she do that to herself.

"go ahead doll." he said, lighting a cig.

"i-i love you, and i know you don't love me back. i know that. but i don't love anyone but you dal i never have even gotten butterflies for anyone else. god i could be just making it up!, i mean i sure as sam heck don't know what love is!" she said looking at the ground, she laughed not in happiness though. in pain, she let tears fall.

"i don't know much dal, but i know people think i'm useless, and i know boys use me for a fuck but hey at least they know i'm there right? and i know i am not someone who you would fall in love with, or anyone for that matter. i'm unlovable. its just how i am. and i do love you that is one thing i for sure know-" she paused, looking over at the boy, she smiled a sad smile. "-and i'm gonna go now, i gotta go never see you again."

he stood in shock at y/n. "y/n, i do like you. but not in that way." he said looking at her.

she smiled, and broke more than normal. "i know, i'd just be a screw anyway right? who would date a whore like me right?" she laughed tears escaping, she left the room her heart gone.not in dallas's hands anymore, but gone. no longer there. not anywhere.