So that's how I spent the rest of my evening: in the police station, giving statements with my mother. Surprisingly, there was barely anybody there, except an old lady and a receptionist.
I bit my nails down to the core with worry; what if the haters were never caught?
I remembered one time when the haters were particularly sour towards Ari, when she posted a selfie in her new stage outfit and was called immediately called a slut for it.
"We're selling it!" Ariana had demanded, tears in her eyes.
"Honey, I thought you liked it-"
"I do," she'd whispered. "But it has to go."
I hated how simple words could hurt, yet no one could accept a compliment. I hated how they always upset this seemingly strong girl. I hated how they upset me too.
It had killed me seeing her act so strangely. No-one, not even the worst people, should go through that. They all deserve love, that's what Ari always said. Especially the haters, because they needed it the most.
I slumped down more and rested my elbows on my knees. I became conscious of how tired I was. Mom was still giving her statement. The clock ticked. Tick, tock, tick, tock. That's all that really happened...
Until a girl burst in, her face stained with tears, her wrist dripping with blood.
"I killed her!" She screamed. "I killed Ariana!"
Suddenly everything wasn't so boring.
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Grande Suicide- Ariana Grande fic
Roman pour AdolescentsAriana Grande's twin sister must have a perfect life...thats what everyone thinks. But the truth is, she's fat, unpopular and the absolute opposite of her 'twin'. Just as life couldn't possibly be getting any worse, Ariana commits suicide. She'd bee...
