Flawless //a kian lawley fanfiction

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Venelope's POV

I sat on my bed.

I looked at the turquoise wall me and my brother Jackson painted.

it's pretty ugly, we were bored one day last summer so we decided to paint my wall. We didn't do it that carefully so there were different shades of turquoise on the entire wall, but somehow, it was perfect.

I leaned against the wall.

I miss Jackson. So much.

I was so tired, bored and exhausted.

Yesterday, there was a marathon that and my best friend Isabelle entered. We sucked. We came second last.

I won over Belle though.

While i sat there like a freaking zombie my mom called after me from the kitchen.

"Venelope!" she shouted.

"What is it?" i screamed.

"Dinner!"

I haven't leaved my room much since that acident last summer.

I'm still broken.

I just can't let it go.

At this point i should've been over it atleast a little.

I should've accepted that they're gone.

That i never will meet them again. But i can't.

My mom is over it, or atleast it seemed that way.

"I'm not hungry!"
I hear the door open a little.
I take my eyes of the wall and look at my mom taking a slow step in to my room.
"Honey, you have to eat"

I think my mom is still worried that I have bulimia.
Which I don't.
It's over, I haven't put my fingers in my throat for like a month.
I'm better, but my mom doesn't believe me when I tell her that.

"But I'm not hungry" I say with an louder voice.
"Please Venelope"
"Fine"
I walk out of my room and follows my mom into the kitchen.
The kitchen is white and we usually eat at our kitchen island, but today she had laid the table standing in the living room.
"Why are we eating here?" I say.
"Why not?" My mom says.
I look at her with an weird look and then I sat down on my usual chair.
She had made chicken with fries, and she made me a lovely salad, because, I'm vegetarian and well I don't eat chicken.
"Happy birthday Jackson" mom says quietly.
"Mom?"
"He's here you know, I think he's watching us" My mom says and a tear slowly ran down her cheek.
I knew that it was Jackson's birthday. I just didn't want to think about it.
"Mom no. He's dead" I say and I and I ran to the door, grabbed my converse.
I just couldn't handle it. I'm trying to get over it. WHY CANT I LET IT GO
I slammed the door behind me.
I can feel the cold rain ruining my hair and my makeup.
It's pouring, but I don't care.
I put on my converse and I start to walk down the street.
I text Belle to come pick me up.
I continue walking down the street.
It's dark outside but the street lights brightens up the city.
After about five minutes Belle's black jeep pull up beside me.
I open the door and jump in.
"Drive" I say.
"Where?"
"I don't know. It doesn't matter. Away"
She looks at me.

She drives to her house.
"What is it?" She says and looks at me.
"Do you have any vodka" I say and opens her fridge.
"You're 16. Get it together Venelope!" She says and closes the fridge.
I found some wine.
I open it and I put my lips on the cold bottle.
The cold wine slowly run down my throat.
"Can I stay here?" I say, I feel a little drunk.
"Only if you tell me what have happened"
So I tell her, that there's something wrong with me.

I woke up with the worst headache.
It's Monday and I have a bad hangover, same clothes as yesterday and lots of texts from my mom.
This is the worst day, and it haven't even started.
I walk over to Belle, who sits at her desk doing some last minute homework.
"Are you okay?" She asks.
"Thank you Belle" I say and hug her from behind.
"For what?" She laughs.
"For being here for me"
"Isn't that what best friends are for?" She says
"I love you!" I say and she smiles.
"I love you too, Venel"

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I really hope you like it. Vote and please continue reading it, and I promise you it will get better.
and oh, Venelope looks like Selena Gomez and Belle looks like Emilia McCarthy.
See ya soon, bye!