Pink hair and broken hearts {under construction}

Chapter 7

Woah. What a day.

I fall into bed, exhausted at about 1 am. We stayed with ny sister till they let her out, wich was about 10pm, and we talked for so long.

She was sick of all the bullshit, as per usual, but this time someone told her too.. her (ex) boyfriend.

They got in a huge fight and he told her to kill herself and go to hell. Nice, I know. Relationship goals? I think not.

She swore it was the last time she would do it, but you never know with her.

Aah bed.. what a paradise. Zzzz....

I don't bother to go to school, there's litreally no point. I roll out of bed late and check on Emily. Fast asleep.

I have a billion texts from Michael.
*Hey are you okay?*
*What happened?*
*I'm here if you need anything x*
*Text me when you get these*

Why does he care so much? Most people bullie me when she commits. I hate my life.

*Hey, everything's okay... my sister commited suicide.. um yeah. Thanks again for the lift*

Why did I just tell him? He's probably going to think I'm a freak and never talk to me again. Well he was bound to find out anyway.

*Oh my God, are you serious? You are.. sorry. Oh my fuck I'm so sorry. Are you okay? Is your sister okay? Oh my God*

What? No one's ever been so sincere about anything in my life. This guy is something else, I think I like it.

"Hey sweetie, how are you feeling?" My mom passes me a cup of coffee.

"Overwhelmed! What a day," The coffee feels so good sliding down my sore throat.

"Well I'm just glad she's okay!" I agree with her and go to my room, coffee in hand.

*I'm fine, she's fine, everything's okay. Thanks for worrying I guess. Why do you care so much?*

I almost forgot to reply to him, I haven't been thinking straight.

*Okay good! Umm I don't know.. cause you're an amazing and beautiful girl who should be cared about. Don't argue with me.*

Why does my heart feel funny? And why do I like it?