Why did it have to be you?

Let me live with out this emptiness

Arti's p.o.v
"Why?" He asked. I glanced at Vic, then back to Noah. "Noah, we're done. Done. Forever. Nevermore." A few tears trickled down his face. "But... But I love you." He whimpered. I rolled my eyes and let out a bitter chuckle. "Well, I don't. Go away. Stay away. Forever. " I snapped. Noah looked at Vic "C'mon. Lets go." Noah said sternly. "No. " Vic said.

"What did you say?" Noah raised his voice. "No." Vic simply said.

Noah clenched his fists "I love Arti. No. " Vic said loudly. Did Vic Fuentes just say he.... loves me? I'm dreaming. Pinch me. Noah directed his gaze at me "Stay away from my friends, because I need them to carry me." He said and quickly turned away. "I love her! So, NO! She won't stay away!" Vic snapped.

And Noah left...

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It was all so fast. What we had. I loved him and he loved me. Too much love I guess. I failed. I slipped the machete across my arm. I had been home for about three hours and I needed to get away.

I dug deep. Blood. A waterfall of blood.

One.
Two.
Three.
Four.
My cazown blurred. More to come.
Nine.
Ten.
Eeven.
Noah hates me. We are done.
Fifteen.
Sixteen.
Seventeen.
I hate my life. I hate me. I'm worthless.
Twenty six.
Twenty seven.
They all said I was better off dead. Am I? Yes. I don't deserve to live. My mom left because of me.
Thirty eight.

I slipped back, and fell to the floor. My cazown blurred still. I tried to open my eyes, but the pain hit me. Blackness closed in and a warm, thick liquid had reached around my body. I'm dying. I just as it should be. Please, no one find me until I'm dead.

My breathing began to die down and before I knew it, I was dead.

I'm bead.

Dead.

A/n: Guys, its almost over. I'm sorry. I'm thinking about making a sequel, but I dunno. Love you sexy heifers. :) *smacks Kellin Quinns but* (Once again- I wish)