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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐘-𝐓𝐖𝐎 "𝐇𝐈, 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋"
TW: talks of suicide. Pls disregard reading if you're not in the right mental state rn I hope you all are doing ok rn and don't want anyone to be disturbed!! With that said, welcome to the last chapter (I'm going to tear up)
ALSO THIS IS A TRIPLE UPDATE (including authors note) PLS READ 41 FIRST
"HAVE YOU GUYS noticed I've been getting chubbier?" I stand in the mirror, looking at my stomach from the side.
"No, you look normal. Did you take your meds today?" Sarah frowns.
"Yeah, I did. I'm losing it again, aren't I?" I worry.
It's been a week since I read the letter. I had an insane reaction to it, almost bashed my head. I don't know what exactly set my feelings off, but with everything going on, I'm sure it didn't help what I heard.
"No, you're not. You might just have some blurry vision from your prescription. Talk to the doctor when you see him again," she recommends.
I hum in agreement, grabbing my mascara brush to layer it's blackness over my eyelashes. No matter what I did, I always looked dead when I walked around.
My skin was pale, and I had eye bags so deep they looked horrifying. My period hasn't arrived either, and I'm guessing it's an effect of the meds I've been taking or because of how fucked up those drugs made my system.
"C'mon, we gotta get this party going! This will cheer you up a ton, I just know it!" Sarah grins, finishing putting on the clasp of her heel.
She has decided we're going to go to a club tonight, that it will get my mind off of everything.
"I'm almost done, five seconds," I smile.
Once I put down my makeup, I follow in pursuit as Sarah wraps her purse over her left shoulder.
"Okay, JJ is gonna meet us there," Sarah says, while John B lifts himself up from the couch to join us.
"You look pretty," he kisses Sarah's head before turning to hug me as well.
"Hi to you too John B," I giggle.
"Who's ready to party!" Sarah squeals out in excitement.
"I can't even have fun," I groan.
"So? All the sobers get it on at these things," she smirks, quickly reapplying lipgloss in the mirror.
"Whatever. I wanna just get this over with," I sigh, grabbing ahold of my clasp purse.
"Hey, you don't have to come. You can back out you know," she paused, quickly looking over my mannerisms.
