One Shots

Cut Marks - Viners Imagine

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Viners Imagine

“Come on, Y/N,” Taylor yelled to me from his hotel room. “We’re heading down now!” I quickly nodded, yelling to him that I’d meet the guys and some of the girls downstairs in a few minutes. I had come along with Alyssa Shouse to Magcon DC, and the rest of the girls and I were sharing a room. Alyssa, Alecza and the other girls had gone out to lunch, but I had slept in and was going to go down to the pool with the guys.

Currently, I was standing in our hotel room bathroom in my royal blue bikini, staring down at the tops of my thighs.

Cut marks.

They were still dark, because they were recent. Three on my left thigh, but twenty or so on my right. They disgust me. Remind me off all the shit people give me. After I started making Vines, so many girls were calling me a whore. Skinny as paper. Ugly. Worthless. Stupid. Bratty. I used to not want to let it get to me, but it never stopped. Never. And when all the guys started to hang out with me, it got worse and worse.

The cuts were deep, and it was just comforting to see my own blood. I would sit in my bathroom, the door locked, razor in my trembling hands. I’d squeeze my eyes shut and drag it across the skin that every person I knew hated. No one could stop me.

I just shrugged, pulling a pair of loose shorts up over my bathing suit bottoms, so that they would cover the marks on my thighs. I could just tell the guys I didn’t want to swim, right?

Grabbing a towel and a room key, I hurried out the door and to the elevator; I rode downstairs. The pool was filled with my favorite guys: Cameron, Nash, Taylor, Shawn, Jack, Jack, Matt, Aaron, Carter and Hayes. They splashed around like idiots and I pulled the door open, receiving a chorus of ‘Hey, Y/N’s from all of them.

“Hey, guys,” I said, uncomfortably sitting in one of the chairs surrounding the pool and dropping my towel over the back.

“Come on,” Nash said as he splashed me, “Get in!” I laughed, brushing the water droplets off my arm.

“No, I don’t really want to right now,” I said, trying to cover up my thighs with my wet hands.

“Y/N,” Taylor said, pulling himself out of the water and walking towards me. He brushed his hand through his hair. “Get innnn,” he droned on. I shook my head, but he caught my arm and pulled me up.

“Taylor!” I screeched as he threw me over his shoulder, walking towards the pool! “Don’t you dare!” I punched his back, trying to get free. I wasn’t joking, I was serious. If he threw me in the pool, my shorts were too loose, and they would most definitely fall off. I screamed, but Taylor wasn’t listening. I scratched my long nails along his back, but he was too close to the edge of the water.

I saw the pink marks that were left behind just as Taylor winced, falling off the edge of the pool and crashing down with me into the water. It smacked my back hard, sure to leave it bright pink when I got out. I was submerged into the water, and sure enough, those shorts flew off my legs, disappearing into the deep section of the pool. I panicked, not sure what to do.

My head broke the surface of the water, and I sucked a huge amount of water in. Soon enough I felt arms around my waist as I coughed, drops of water escaping my throat. I held on tight to whoever was holding me, and tried to get air into my lungs.

“Oh, my gosh, Y/N, are you okay?” I heard Matt yelling to me. My grip tightened around his arm as I sputtered out the last bit of water in my throat.

“Yea, yea,” I said, hearing Taylor spit up water too. “Sorry about that, Tay,” I said, giving him a sorry look.

“It’s okay… I shouldn’t have done it,” he said. I stood up, letting go of Matt’s arm. I wiped the hair out of my face, looking at the guys, scared. I knew half of them could already see the dark red lines on my legs through the clear water. I looked down embarrassed, my eyebrows furrowed together, tears running down my already soaked cheeks.

“Y/N…” Shawn trailed off. He stared down at my legs, his eyes confused but depressed. “What…”

“Don’t look at it!” I screamed. They’re eyes snapped up to mine. Shawn came towards me, embracing me in a hug.

“I’m sorry. Why…” his voice was calm, comforting. I cried into his shirtless arms, the tears not stopping. Soon enough all of the boys’ arms were wrapped around me.

“Y/N, why would you do this to yourself?” Nash finally asked, holding onto my hand.

“It was just too hard. The girls… they were sending me shit. Some really fucking awful shit.”

They were silent. No one said anything for a while. I just stared down at my thighs, embarrassed.

“Please don’t do this. You’re perfect,” Shawn said finally.