Unbearable

Chapter 7

Next week is my 17th birthday, too bad I don't get to spend it with ALL the people I loved.. I can't help but think how different it would of been if I could've convinced him to not commit suicide. I've done nothing but cry since I found out. Just then, my phone dinged. The text read,
Marisa, stop crying. At least you won't continue being a slut.. Or maybe you will, because I'm your master and you obey me. But, now, I'm giving you your first command. I command you to pretend like Kelly killing himself doesn't bother you at all, like you're satisfied and happy that he done it. That's all... For now.
Love, R.
What the actual fucking hell?! How can I pretend I'm satisfied with him killing himself?! This person seriously needs to stop. It's pissing me off. I got out my phone and texted one of my good friends Ian.
Hey bud, how are you?
He replied.
I'm good, Marisa. But, I know you're not. Wanna meet up tomorrow?
I replied with a "sure" and we made plans.. I haven't seen Ian in a while, because I was so caught up with Kelly and these texts and school, and... Shit, I have geometry homework.