Love is for Losers

Chapter 3

   -Abagail 
   
       I leave my bike out in the yard when I get home, although mum has told me so many times before that it'll rust if I leave it out and it rains. 
I hop up the steps and open the door, going inside. I find my mother pacing, talking frantically on the phone, and biting her finger nails down to the brim. Dad sitting on the couch with his head in his hands. They didn't hear me come in, I ask, worried, "What's wrong?" 
    They both look straight at me quickly, mum drops the phone and lunges at me, hugging me tight. Tears running down her cheeks like a waterfall onto my shirt. Dad stands up quickly and yells, "Where the hell have you been?" 
Mom moves off of me, beside his side, and they both look at me for answers. I stutter, realizing that they're angry at me, "I'm b-been at the park daddy." 
      They continue looking at me but they're angry, confused faces, turn into sadness and grief. I ask, "Mommy? Daddy? What's wrong?"
Mom looks at dad for a moment, as if sharing a conversation with their eyes, then dad says
"Abagail.. your friend, Mia, is dead..", Mom bursts out into tears, leaving the room and going into their bedroom, locking the door, to sob. 
"What?", I ask as tears brim my eyes brim my eyes. He open his mouth to reply, but I interrupt, yelling as tears starting to roll down my cheeks like rain drops, "No... you're lying!" my voice cracking at the end. He reaches to hold me as he says, "Abs I'm so sorry" over and over again. I'm screaming, "Shut up! shut up!" at him. 
          I run to my room, slamming the door shut, and freeing a blood curdling scream as I collapse to the floor onto my knees. Tears pouring down my cheeks, I'm breathing heavy and quick, and choking sounds escaping my throat as if there's more sobs than I can let free at one time to be freed. With my shaky hands, I pull my phone out of my pocket and quickly dial Mia's number.

    It rings and rings until I'm sent to voice mail. I call again and again, always being sent to voice mail. I text her multiple times 
5:32 PM
"mia they said u were dead"
5:34 PM
"u cant b dead right?" 
5:40 PM
"MIA ANSWER ME" 
5:43 PM
"mia please answer me. i need you"
5:47 PM
"MIA DONT LEAVE ME HERE ALONE"
5:48 PM
"MIA PLEASE MIA"
I'm crying too much to type more, I punching the floor and screaming into pillows. Multiple minutes later, I text again.
5:59 PM 
"plz mia. i need u here. im a mess without u"
6:04 PM
"haha very funny. jokes over. come on mia" 
6:05 PM 
"this is not funny!!!!"
6:08 PM 
"i'm sorry mia. plz get back to me when u can. ily good night"

     After no reply for fifteen minutes, I scream and throw my phone again the wall, shattering it into pieces on my bed. I stay curled up on the floor, sobbing into one of the matching stuffed animals we bought each other last Valentine's day because neither of us had Valentines. About an hour later of sobbing and screaming, I pass out on the floor from exhaustion.