Do you want to kill yourself?

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It was Ria's birthday. Ophelia had survived a full week. She should be proud of herself but how could she when most of the days she kept on reminding herself of how she would've killed herself. She had failed a few tests in most of her classes and lied about it to her parents. They would be mad if they found out.

Staring at the spaghetti in a plastic container made her mouth water. Indira was stretching it out from the front seat of the uber: it was her mum who cooked.

"I have an extra fork", Indira managed to mutter with her mouth full. Her big eyes lay on Ophelia waiting for an answer. Ophelia was hungry, extremely but she couldn't eat, she didn't need to. She hadn't eaten that whole week. She needed it.

"Had a heavy dinner, Jackie cooked", she lied hoping her stomach won't disgrace her. There was an odd look Indira gave her before shrugging, "Thought you hated her cooking". Indira smiled, her red lips widening in a goofy manner. Pretty girl, Ophelia thought.

The entire ride was quiet since Indira and her really never actually had anything to talk about only if they were with the others. That's how it's always been.

When they had arrived, Claudia was waiting for them in front of a fraternity. Ria was a frat girl so the party had to be held there (according to what she said)

"You both look so pretty", Claudia gasped as she hugged Ophelia while Indira paid the driver. Once they stopped embracing, Ophelia stepped back to look at Claudia and smile. Claudia looked really beautiful with her white sheer cotton dress that hugged her body wonderfully, her red hair was packed back with her clawclip, with her usual bangs pinned to the back her face was out and pretty. She had the aura of the sun.

"No, you look so fine", Ophelia smiled. Indira laughed before dragging Claudia to her side.

"Look at Ophelia", she whispered audibly. They both looked at her in awe.

"What?" Ophelia was spotting on a white corset and a leather skirt then to top it off, a zara leather jacket. Her hair was combed out in an afro, if someone looked closely they'd be able to see the tiny pearl like stuffs Jackie pushed into her hair.

"Nah, you look too fuckable. If I was a guy I'd fuck the living shit out of you, look at your fucking boobs", Indira cheered as she cupped her own small breasts jokingly. Indira was wearing a white gown that stopped just right below her ass and the back was wide open so if Ophelia thought anyone was fuckable. It'd be her.

From outside the house, the music was loud that if felt like the house was shaking. The whole place was filled up with different adults that didn't even follow the dress code. When they met up with Ria she seemed like she was too busy so it was a rushed happy birthday before Ria and Indira disappeared. Claudia did whisper something to Ophelia but she couldn't really remember, she just knew she had to leave the noise.

In the kitchen, Ophelia sat by a corner with her phone in her hand. She looked around her and there was already some drunk girl passed out by the corner and a couple touching each other on the counter. She checked her tracker and stared at the one month sober. She never really have been clean for up till a month, only when she had forgot to reset. She had started when she was 15. She wondered why no one noticed. How would they even notice? When she always never even go deep, she just cuts herself with a small blade, not too deep to be serious and not to small to be oblivious.

What's wrong with me? She laughed to herself.

"Ophelia!" Someone greeted in surprise. Ophelia lifted her head to see Malcolm with Azriel standing feets away, "I told you it was her", Malcolm said hitting his friend's shoulder.

Ophelia's eyes rested on Azriel briefly before waving at them both. Azriel was spotting on a white button up shirt, trousers and wasons. He assessorized the fit with silver chains on his neck and wrists. Her eyes scanned the veins on his hands before looking away.