Dying In Style

Two

*Y/n POV*

I unlock the door to my apartment and make my way in. I drop my keys in the bowl on the table beside the door and kick off my shoes.

I walk into my bedroom and I change into a slim white dress that cuts off mid thigh. It shows off all my curves and imperfections.

My death dress.

I walk into the living room and I scan through all my records, and pull out Frank Sinatra.

I play the soft music on my record player to try to keep the thoughts out my head telling me not to do it.

I have to do it this time, it has to work this time.

I stand in front of my mirror and sway softly to the music, looking at myself, hating everything about me.

It's currently 1:36 in the morning, so I have to keep quiet, so I don't wake my neighbours, but the music is still loud enough for me to drown out the sound of my own breathing.

I slowly dance my way into the bathroom grabbing all the pills I have, placing them in a bowl.

I start slowly dancing around my apartment eating them like candy.

I make it through almost all of them when there was a knock on my door. I try to ignore the knocking, by continuing what I was doing.

The knocks continue.

Who's coming around my place at this time? By the time they knocked, it was well past 2 o'clock in the morning.

I walk over to the door when the knocks get louder and faster. This person really wasn't going away anytime soon.

I unlock the door and open it to see

"Zach?" Before I could say more, he engulfs me into a hug

"Oh my god, I'm so glad you're okay" He picks me up and carries me further into my apartment. The boys follow him in.

"What are you guys doing here? What happened to the party?" I pull out of the hug and go to turn my music off

"What were you doing?" Corbyn says pulling me into a hug

"Nothing, um, I was just cleaning" I try to avoid eye contact with all of them.

"You changed into that, to clean your apartment?" Jonah says eyeing me up and down, causing me to look down at my dress

"Um, yes, I like to look good...while cleaning"

God, I hate lying to them

"Can I use your bathroom? I didn't get to go before we left" I laugh as Daniel starts to do a little dance

"Yeah, you know where it is" Daniel runs off to my bathroom that's connected to my bedroom.

"Y/n, we saw your note, Sabine left it on the counter, I couldn't not look at it" Zach says pulling the note from his pocket, grabbing my hand, leading me to sit on the couch

"I thought it was a murder confession! Daniel said it was buried treasure! Man, is he stupid" Jonah says laying down on the floor, playing with the carpet.

How much has he drank?

"Oh, it's nothing, it was just a mistake, you must've interpreted it wrong" I sink down into the couch further

"Y/n, how were we supposed to take it? It's not something we take lightly with you, not since last time" Jack walks over and sits on my coffee table, putting his hand on my knee.

At this point, things start getting blurry, and sounds are going in and out, but I convince myself that I'm okay, so I try not to show how I was feeling.

"Y/n, you look pale, are you okay? I'm going to grab you some water" Corbyn says while getting off the couch and going to the kitchen

"Guys, I'm fine, you didn't have to come here" I get up, walking towards Corbyn in the kitchen.

"Hey guys!" Daniel yells from my room.

Shit, the bowl.

"What's up Dani?" Jack yells back.

My vision gets worse as Corbyn tries handing me a glass of water. I grab the cup and go in for a sip, but the glass slips from my hand and smashes on the hardwood floor.

My legs give out and I fall to my knees, just missing the glass in the process. Zach runs over and grabs my waist, trying to stabilize me.

"Y/n, how many did you take?" Daniel say walking in the room with an almost empty bowl of pills.

Everything starts to go black and I feel myself going limp in Zachs arms.

"Call an ambulance!" Zach yells. "Hey! Y/n! Stay with me! Open your eyes! It's going to be okay! Please open your eyes!"

That's all I heard when I pass out in his arms.