Smile Again

Chapter 14

"Where- Where are you going?" I ask Amelia.

"After finding out what's wrong with you, I'm leaving you. I can't believe you thought I actually wanted to date you." She laughs at me and turns to leave.

"I thought you actually liked me and were going to help me." I start to cry. 

"I never wanted to date you, it was just a dare anyway, I'm way to popular for you anyway. I'm gonna use all what you told me to make your life a living hell." She leaves me as I sit and cry into my arms. 

"Delia, Delia! Wake up, your dreaming!" Amelia shakes me awake. I sit up and look around, I'm in her bed that I don't remember getting into. 

"You're not leaving me? It was just a dream?" She nods and hugs me. "Oh thank god, I thought you were like everyone else I've met in my life." I look at the clock, almost 3 in the morning.

"What do mean?" 

"Well, every time I open up to someone they either used it against me or just plain out left me. That's why I don't talk about my issues to any one because I'm afraid they'll leave me." 

"I'm so sorry, let's try to  get some sleep." I lay back down, cuddled up right next to her to protect me in my dreams. 

I woke up the next morning with the bed empty and the smell of breakfast foods in the kitchen. I get up groggily and make my way downstairs towards the food. Amelia is standing by the stove, flipping over a pancake. 

She notices me. "Morning sleepyhead," She tells me. 

"Hello," I take a seat on the bar stool that's set up at her kitchen island. 

"You have a cute morning voice," She tells me as she sets a couple pancakes in front of me and comes to sit next to me. I look at the plate nervously. "Try to take a couple bites for me, okay? Or just one of the pancakes." I take my fork and eat some of the pancake. Soon enough I eat one full pancake before I'm to full. 

"I'm so proud of you." Amelia gives me a kiss on the forehead and puts the plates in the dishwasher. 

We both head upstairs to go chain for the day. I packed some pants and a long sleeve style shirt. I realized I didn't check my phone for most of the day, so I reach over and grab it on her nightstand. There was the typical messages from my friends and the streaks from people off my snapchat. I respond to them quickly and then notice a snap from Becky, I groan. I stand up to answer it and gasp in shock as I open it. Before I know it I fall to the ground and black out. 

I wake up a few minutes with Amelia at my side and my phone in her hand. "Oh my gosh, you scared me so bad! I thought I needed to call 911 or something!"

"Did I faint or something?" I ask all confused.

"Yes. Who sent you that? Tell me, now."

"Sent me what? I don't understand."

"Someone sent you a death threat, and a bunch of pictures of you in a bad condition or making fun of how you look. I opened them to quickly and didn't save them." 

"Becky. I remember it now. That bitch, oh no, I feel nauseous." I hug my knees to my chest and try to breathe. "The thoughts are coming back...they were gone for a while but they're back and I'm scared." I'm shaking as I rock back and forth. 

"Delia. Look at me, you're gonna be fine, okay. Let me deal with Becky." I nod and calm back a bit. I hear Amelia talking to Becky and she sounds furious. She's yelling at her without hesitation and I'm loving every minute. I walk over to her and wrap my arms around her waist. 

"Okay, I'm done." She hangs up and gives me my phone back. "That felt good. Let's go back up and wait downstairs to wait for your dad." 

"Please don't tell him anything, I will when I am ready." She nods.

We're watching tv when my dad texts me that's he is here. Amelia helps me up and walks me to the door. Before I leave, she grabs my chin and kisses me gently for a few seconds. 

"I'll see you soon," She winks and I leave. 

I take another bath that night before bed. The razor my dad uses sitting a few weeks away from me. No, I tell myself, Don't do it for Amelia. Be strong for her. But the horrible thoughts out weigh the good ones and I slip up. After that, I go to bed and dread going to school the next day. 

I get up the next day and wear one of Amelia's hoodies for comfort. I feel so bad, I feel horrible, I feel sick. The thoughts won't leave. The thought that has been haunting me for the last few MONTHS before all this shit happened, won't leave.  I get on the bus and head to school with one thing in mind, today is the last day I exist.

Sorry this chapter is a little shorter than the other, it's just that the next chapter is a big and important one and I want all the attention on that one. I also want to say thank you for the support I'm getting on the story! ~drink some water today please if you haven't~