Bella Twins Teen Years: High School Sucks

Don't Come At Me! (Nicole)

Nicole's POV
I was in the worst mood when I woke up this morning. I was stressed about my leg. I can't play this summer. All I worked for was gone. I felt like I wasn't dead or alive. I needed those fucking pills, and I could not have them. The worst part was my stomach hurt. When I got up Brianna was not there. I went to the bathroom. I realized I was on my period. Fuck! This sucks. My leg hurts and now my stomach hurts because of this. I got a tampon from the shelf where I kept my soap and stuff on. I finished up and left the bathroom. When I came out Brianna was back and my breakfast was here. I had ten minutes to eat before I went to therapy. Can I eat with you? I asked Brianna. Then the bitch who was her nurse told me no. Why she's my sister and she gave me a bullshit answer and said it was my fault she did what she did last night. I wanted to tell her how mad I was so I cussed her out. After that I finished eating and my PT came. We are working on trying to get me to walk with cane not the chair. It was so hard. And it hurt like hell. I went to my room for five minutes before my groups for my "issues". I apologized to the bitch nurse even though I clearly didn't mean it.

Now my day was almost over I just had to talk to the therapist. The assistant walked me there. When I got in the office Brie was sitting in there. Hi the therapist said. Hi. I said confused. I sat in the chair near where Brie was. Brie was breathing weird. Brianna really wanted to talk to you. I'm just here in case you need me. She said. Brie what's wrong is everything okay? No. She said softly. I feel really upset, sad, mad, and alone when I'm with you. She said. My heart stopped. What? That was all I could say. You are really mean to me Nicole and it upsets me. I'm sorry. I said I was starting to crying. Stop saying I'm a slut it hurts me so bad. Everyone at school calls me that! I could not stop crying I felt so bad. When I was there to watch your game. When I couldn't go to school, Eva the only person who didn't call me a slut decided I was a slut and told me. Why would she say that to Brie? I thought. I want to die when people say that to me! No! I made out through the crying and heavy breaths. Stop saying I'm dumb and stupid. I feel stupid enough you don't have tell me! She yelled. Your not. I'm sorry. I said. The worst was last night you said I was the reason dad left. I'm trying so hard and that's what you said. Brianna that's not true I was really mad I'm sorry. I am the reason I'm such a bitch I hate myself and...I started. No! She yelled. You make me awful all the fucking time. You are a bitch! You say that shit so I will feel bad for you and you keep doing it. So I will say no your not then you can go back to treating me like shit! I'm not falling for it! You are the worst sister and I had to get stuck with you! I hate you Nicole and she stormed out. I stopped crying after like fifteen minutes. She hurt me so bad. I felt like I deserved it though.

I didn't know it was going to happen like that Stephanie. I'm sorry. The therapist said. I get so mad all the time. I said. Do you know why? The therapist asked. I'm upset because I can't play this summer and Brie upsets me. She won't eat. What if she dies and she doesn't care if she does. Oh and she's always sad she's never happy. She also said we would forget what I said. She should have said that it upset her last night. This is really annoying. I know she's trying but it's still hard. I know. She said. You two share a room here so when everything cools down talk to her. Tell her what you told me. She's mean. I said. Try please. She said. Okay. Why does she breath like that she was doing it last night. It's a common sign of depresstion. What she's depressed? Does she know? I'm sure she knew for a while Stephanie. She didn't tell me. That's not something you just tell people even family. And maybe she did and you missed it. Oh. I said. I feel like I am the worst sister. Can I go to the art room? I want to do something for Brie. I don't think the art therapist would mind. The therapist said. I went I hope she likes what I had made. I really did love her. I walked in, Brie I'm really sorry can we please talk. She was crying. Fine! She yelled.