|| Addison's POV ||
After Shane left my room I got up and closed my door and started crying. "Bullshit." I muttered. No one is here when I'm in my room crying. No one is here when I'm breaking down. No one is here when I feel alone. People say they are here, but when I need it most everyone just walks away and ignores me. So bullshit. I sat on the floor staring at the ground. I decided to put music on and plug my phone into the speakers so I could cry without people hearing.
I got up and looked for my phone, I found it in my sheet then walked over to my speakers, plugged in my phone and played music. I crawled into a corner, curled up in a ball and cried for a while. After about ten minutes of bawling I get a phone call from Ryan.
I wipe my eyes and clear my throat then force a smile. "Hello?" Ryan sniffed "Hey.." I frown "Are you okay?" I hear him clear his throat "No.. I'm tired of my sister." I felt my heart sink, he was crying. "Hey.. Babe, breathe. What did she do?" I could hear him taking a deep breathe, trying to calm down. "She was just saying shit, she got her friends to say shit. I've dealt with it all week and I just broke down and I wanted to hear your voice to help me calm down.." I blushed slighty, then felt anger. This was his sister's fault. She is the reason he is crying.
"Why would your sister even do that? Does she not have a brain? Does she not know how it makes you feel?" I took a deep breathe. "I don't know. No she doesn't know how it makes me feel. But Addie, it hurts. I feel the urge to. I want to." I shook my head, "Ryan, no. You're stronger than that. Promise me you'll come to me instead of the blade, please." He sniffed "Yeah.. Yeah I promise.. As long as you promise to do the same." I nodded, "I promise."
|| Ryan's POV ||
I wiped my eyes, "Thank you Addie, now what is wrong?" I hear her sigh. "Shane came in my room and started talking about my cuts and shit and when he left I got all sensitive and depressed." I nod, "It's okay love, just breathe. You're okay and I love you." Addison squeaked, "I love you too." Oh my god that was so cute. All I could do was laugh at how cute she was. Damn, why does this girl have this affect on me? She's so amazing, perfect, sweet, sensitive, down to earth, just absolutely fucking perfect.
I heard a knock on her door then her talking. "Yes? I'm on the phone." I heard Shane, "Foods ready, and we have a friend over." Addison groaned, "Who?" All I could hear from Shane was "I'm not sure, who you talking to?" I heard Addison's door close, "Since when was whom I talk to Shane's business? Um, never." I chuckled, "Hey, chill. It's okay." Addison laughed. "I know, well I gotta. I'll talk to you later. I love you." I smiled, "I love you too."
|| Shane's POV ||
I see Addie walking down the stairs, she looks up and sees Brooklyn then turns back around. I run after her but by the time I can catch her, she slams her door shut and I hear the clicking sound, signaling she locked it. I sighed, walking to the bathroom, knowing I could get into her room from there. I try opening the door that leads from the bathroom to her room but of course, it's locked.
I pound on the door, "Addie, open up." I hear her laugh, "Hell no!" Ugh, why does she have to be so hard headed. "Addison open this door right now." She opens the door and I see her with rage on her face, "You know you could have told me she was down there. She's not a 'friend' she's a bitch! How in the hell are you okay with her here?! Why the fuck do you even think I will get along with her long enough to eat?!" I sigh, "Addison, you don't have to get along, you can ignore her just please come down stairs." She rolled her eyes and nodded, "Fine. But if she says one thing that pisses me off, I'm going off on her." I nod and we walk down stairs.
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The Suicidal Girl
Teen FictionAddison is a very complicating girl. She has insomnia, depression, anxiety... She's a suicidal teen who's keeping that a secret from her two friends, Shane and Brooklyn. Then she meets a boy named Ryan.. Who is also suicidal. This is her first year...