Chapter 19

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Tw// Fire, Self Harm, negative thoughts and Death

After the apology, I became tired. Like any normal person after a 13 hour flight I went up to my room and got ready for bed.  I turned my led lights on to a light purple And stared at my ceiling.

Something felt off. I couldn't help but remember what I had seen at the house.  The glass shattered on the floor blood all over the piano room. The house is only being burned on the left side. Nothing added up. Nothing at all.

I quickly walked down to my streaming room and office. Looking up countless things on the fire that happened at my house.

Every article says it was caused by a candle. Yet none seemed to mention what side or how the candles could have caused the fire. Every piece  of information was weirdly false. 

Until I got to one article. 

Hearts family home caught on fire. Leaving Olivia's heart dead, another injured.

We got a look on the inside of the house and nothing seemed right. Only half the house was burned. It appears that the fire started on the couch. Investigators are staying when a candle fell on the couch causing the fire.

It's simply too perfect. Police were looking for y/n heart only to find out she was not even in this country. 

Y/n a popular streamer who recently moved. All too fitting. Was someone out to get her because this fire was definitely no accident. 

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Maybe I wasn't the only one who thought so. What the actual fuck.  Why the hell wasn't I told any of this information.

My poor sister and Aunt. 

I sat there and stared at the picture of my family.  My mom with curly hair is just a bit shorter than my dad. On the side was oliver. In front of him was Olivia and I. We all were happy. Smiling brightly but the photo didn't seem happy to me anymore.

  My brother's eyes were cold and gray to me, same with my mother's and fathers. Olivas eyes looked sorry for me. 

I couldn't look at the photo like I used to. Knowing three of them are dead and the others in jail. I was the only one left standing.

Why did they do this? The whole world was trying to stomp me into the ground. The saddest part was me letting them. 

My breathing began to quicken. Tears stained my cheeks. I felt like I was nothing. Nothing without my family. It hurt to know they were gone. It hurt to know that they were better off without me.

I'm not the one who deserved to live.

They wanted to live and they all died painful deaths. 

All because I was selfish and stupid. I walked to my office bathroom and locked the door.

In the cabinet was a cold metal I promised to never touch again. My hand grazed over the blade. I couldn't help but pick it up. There it laid in my palm with a decision to be made. 

I know I promised them I wouldn't. I can't, I shouldn't do this. 

The cold metal met my wrist.

One line became 4 then became 10.  All I could do was cry.  

I quickly bandaged up my arm and cleaned the bathroom. I shut my office door and ran quietly and walked out the main door to the house.

Walking down the road I looked like a mess. I knocked on the door of the dream teams house, only for  dream to answer.

His face said it all. He looked angry at first to see who was bothering him this late at night, the to sad and fearful. 

I walked in his door and hugged him. I couldn't keep it all in. My knees felt weak and I fell to the ground.

He caught me and sat on the floor as he hugged me. He didn't say a word. But his Silence spoke louder than words.the truth is he didn't need to stay anything. He knew all I needed was a friend to cry on.

A friend who was there.

He knew if I chose him over everyone in the other house it had to have been important.

He hugged me as if life depended on it. There's nothing more I could be grateful for.

I have friends who are my family. It's been a shity day for me. It's never going to get easier, but that's okay all I need right now was his support and that's exactly what he gave.

I cried myself to sleep. The sleep I ever so desperately needed. 

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