In your neighbourhood, there’s a gang, a very violent gang. On your way home from school, you’re completely knocked out, thrown into a back of a van, the gang leader thinking your cute, wanting you to himself, getting his guys to bring you to him.
In your town, there has been a lot of murders, all in the same week, you’re next. A guy breaks in, you hide. When he finds you, you’re sobbing, he’s holding a knife, already covered with blood, he takes his mask off, thinking you’re really cute and knowing you’re scared
You’re really pretty, just no one sees it. Your mom made you wear a box over your head, not allowed to take it off. But one day in PE at school, a guy pulls the box off, revealing your pretty face everyone thought was probably ugly and disgusting. Next thing you know, the guy is making a ring out of foil, asking you to marry him. He loves you that much.
You lie in the hospital, unconscious, struggling to breathe on your own, blood stains still on you after the crash. Your guy best friend rushes in, trying to make you giggle or at least smile like you used to. It hurts too much to move, your hand shaking as you eat, every shallow breath a struggle.
Your friends drag you to a magic mike show, shirtless guys, all smoking hot with sick packs. You just sit there, sipping on your drink until Andrew comes on stage. Shirtless, fit, bringing you on the stage.
One night, you’re scrolling on your phone, it’s well past your bedtime. An unknown number starts texting you, it’s normal at first, but then it starts getting weird, they start flirting, sending handsome pictures of themselves, sexting with you. He’s much older than you, about 28 while you are 15.
You’re brother has a friend, a best friend. When he comes over and you answer the door, he calls you sexy, cutie and sometimes even sweetheart . Your brother has no idea, not a clue. You can’t stop thinking about it in bed.
You’re coming out of the bathroom when you hear a gunshot. The whole school is in lockdown while you’re pinned against a wall, a gun pressed to your shoulder. You get shot. Pronounced dead once an ambulance arrives. Your finger twitches…
You get kidnapped. Ollie, Johnathan and Steve do it. You clean the house, make them dinner and cookies. But when you and Ollie are alone, he’s soft with you, he gives you cuddles, makes you giggle with silly faces, all in secret, he can’t let the others know. He fucking loves you, it kinda hurts him to see you geting treated badly but he has to stay quiet or join in.
You and your friends are laughing in the common room late at night, it’s your fourth year, you still get startled by the older Slytherin boys. When you get a little too loud, Mattheo, Theodore, Blaise and Draco walk down the stairs, getting mad until they see the young girls giggling by the fire. Theodore fancies you while the other boys fan over your friends.
You’re in a group chat with all the girls, pansy adds the boys to it secretly. You fancy Theodore Nott, a lot. You and the girls talk about your crushes. The boys finally speak up in the group chat. Theo likes you back, he likes your attention.
You’re at a kids restaurant for your little brothers birthday. There’s animatronic characters…they come alive. As you try to leave, hands hold you in the chair while another pair wraps around your throat, tightening. The manager walks out, smirking. They want you keep you, they want you to be a waitress and a singer because of how pretty you are, putting you in a dress and your hair in pigtails.
There’s a party in the Slytherin common room. Theodore and Mattheo are giving people dares, giving y/n one too. You have to sit on Draco’s lap for the rest of the night, drink from his mouth….and sleep with him tonight. Draco is actually exited, having a big crush on you anyway. Maybe you’ll even kiss and have sex.
You’re straddling your boyfriend, just kissing each other. Your friends and his are there too, they don’t mind, none of them do. You Kiss, laugh, have sleepovers, everything you love. He’s perfect, calls you sweetheart.
You’ve been in a car crash with your guy best friend. You’ve been stabbed by glass, knocked unconscious, a broken leg and struggling to breathe. He’s better than you, one broken arm and a bandage on his forehead. It’s Christmas, he sits in his room eating the hospital Christmas dinner while you get oat meal. He waves at you from his room before eating his dinner, you eat the oatmeal, even though it makes you throw up.
You’re the prettiest girl at school, you’re still single. Men compliment you outside of school. Before you know it, you’re colliding with a man, he’s in his late twenties, you can’t help but blush. You end up sitting g next to him on the plane, you’re head falling onto his shoulder.
It’s summer camp. There’s a huge ball tonight, all the popular guys are going. Your friends drag you even when you protest, getting you ready in a long, off the shoulder red dress, your hair curled with a sparkly headband to finish it off, the makeup flawless. Jason is there, he’s the most popular guy from your school and the camp, you’ve kissed once. Maybe you’ll have sex after the ball, maybe kiss some more in his bed.
You have an older brother, he has a best friend, Andrew. It’s handsome, kind in so many ways, but when you two are alone, he’s possessive, a little forceful. Mike (your brother) has never seen that side of him, only you have. Then he starts sneaking into your room when him and your brother have a sleepover, he fucks you until you can’t take any more.
You go to Hogwarts, it’s your birthday. All of your guy best friends including Draco, Theodore, Mattheo and Blaise promised presents, promised balloons and breakfast in bed. They forgot, they forgot it all. The gifts, balloons, breakfast, your birthday. You are even dating Draco, he forgot too.
You’re in the Slytherin common room, playing truth or dare with the guys. It’s all fun and games until Blaise dares you to sit on Theodore’s lap, easy, but he adds something else, you have to have sex quietly in the corner for a whole ten minutes, even if you are trembling, you have to keep going.
You’re stuck in a deadly escape room with a man, you run out of time, the man escapes, watching as you’re dragged up to the wall by ropes, they close around your throat. He loves you, he was hoping to start a family with you, now he’s watching you struggle to breathe.
You come home to a table in your room, a man in a white coat and blue, plastic gloves on. Your dad thinks you’re pregnant, calling a mean, horrible, illegal company to force you to give birth right now. You’re not pregnant, they use tools, make you push, it hurts, your dad holding your face to make you look up at the ceiling and not at your spread out legs. It goes on for hours, they just think the baby is struggling to get out.
You’re on a school trip, spending two nights there. You share a room with your friends. Late that night, you all are giggling when the door opens, all your friend’s crushes are there, you laugh, not realising yours is there too. When all of your friends start riding their crushes, yours walks in, making you arch your back as he tastes you. The best night ever.
Theodore Nott fancies you, even if you follow him around everywhere, even when he ruffles your hair like you’re his little sister. You are much younger than him, you sit on his lap, eat chocolate in his bed when he’s getting dressed or in the shower.
You’re taken to a children’s hospital by your mum, finding out you have cancer. You’re only young, lying in a comfy bed and dressed in a pink unicorn hospital gown. Your parents are crying, devastated. You have to stay in the hospital on the day your grandparents come to your house for a meal.