Will Ariana cope with new changes or will she completely break?
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16 year old Ariana has never had an easy life. Coping with depression at a young age when she didn't even know what it meant was definitely not on her bucket list.
So when her mot...
"Behind her smile, There is a hurting heart. Behind her laugh, She is falling apart," -unknown ____________________________ Song Name: Coping Artist(s): Rosie Darling _________________________ Warning Self-Harm and mini breakdown. Skip the part when told if you feel uncomfortable.
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"WHERE WERE YOU?!"
These were the first words I heard as soon as I closed the door of our huge mansion.
Yup... I am defiantly screwed.
Really screwed.
Exceptionally screwed.
Royally screwed.
You get the point.
"Ari..." I heard my mother's warning tone as I was meekly walking toward them.
I want my gravestone to say, 'In the loving memory of Ariana Ava Kingstone. Died because she came home late,'
"Ariana," Weston's chilling voice said as I continued slowly advancing toward them.
And blue orchids... wait I already said that.
"ARIANA AVA KINGSTONE!"
I AM TOO YOUNG TO DIE!!!
Well... probably, I am not really going to die right? Just prepare for the funeral and make sure no one comes. My butt won't be able to deal with so many people being sad for... me.
As if anyone will be sad for me though.
"The weather is nice isn't it?" I said, laughing nervously at the glares that came my way.
"Where were you?" Sebastian enquired, completely ignoring my really informational and special comment about the amazing weather.
Hmph, How rude!
It's really important... because it delays my death.
Not that I mi-
"I was outside. And before you say about me not informing you, I threw a sticky note in the garage," I said, trying to defend myself from the beasts in front of me.
"Where ou-"
"Why do you have a scratch!!" Alexander shouted at me, cutting Sebastian off. Sebastian glared at him before turning his attention, unfortunately, to me again, eyeing my really tiny scratch. I do not know how they even noticed it.
Aaa. I am going to die with this small scratch.
Geez.. they worry too much about me. I really do not deserve this.
As he said, all I deserve is hate.
But then again... what's this warm feeling in my chest?
