Ariana's POV: I couldn't believe any of this.
Was this even reality? This horrible man, the father of my lover, was trying to kidnap me. For what reason? I don't know.
I found even more unbelievable that Ricky had lost that much memory to not know his own father. So he must of forgot the time we confronted the rape event.
Thinking about it gave me goosebumps.
As the plane started to land I was just in complete shock and quiet. Looking out the window, all types of thoughts ran through my head.
Daniel was gone, Ricky's memory has gotten worse, and his father is after me.
"Baby we're almost landing." Ricky rubbed my shoulder trying to comfort me. But nothing was going to make me feel better. One of my best friends just died and I'm being tracked and followed by my rapist. How could I not sit there and worry?
As I looked around, everyone still shocked at the event, Tom was tied up, Daniels body was covered with someone's blanket and the flight attendants were fixing everything up.
I looked at Ricky.
"This is all happening too fast." I started to tear.
"What baby?" Ricky asked.
"All of this. It's happening too fast. I can't keep up with any of this." I said looking into space. How could I deal with everything that just happened and have to go back to the entertainment industry? I know they'll rip me apart for answers to everything that happened on this flight. I don't know if I can do this.
"Ariana, I know this just happened out of nowhere but myself and your family are still here with you, protecting you and being there for you. Especially me." Ricky said while placing his hand on my face.
"How can you protect me if you don't even remember the most tragic thing that happened in my life Ricky?" I stated while getting up and walking to the bathroom. He had a confused and sad look on his face. I felt bad saying that to him but it was the truth.
I needed to think. I just needed to think this all through.
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We were in the airport and paparazzi were already there making a show. Of course they would be there.
Ricky and I couldn't stay in the arrival area for too long because it would make a big show since I was there.
"Ariana what happened on the plane?"
"Who was the man?"
"How many people died?"
Paparazzi and their questions. Making things no better but just reminding me of today's event. How great.
Once my phone was able to gain signal my phone was blowing up.
I then got a call from my father.
"Ariana are you okay?! Your flight is all over the news! Where are you right now?!" He sounded worried.
"Dad, I'm going to your house now. I'm with Ricky." I said with a straight face and tone. I felt like I had no more emotions to express. I was becoming depressed and I don't know if I'm going to be able to get out of it.
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When we got to my dads house almost the whole clique was there.
Everyone came and hugged Ricky and I.
"Are you two okay?" Nekai asked worried.
"Fine." I said while dropping my luggage and walking to my father. I didn't really care about anyone else. I just needed to see my dad. This whole trip was dedicated to him and I just needed to finally see him.
"Dad." I softly cried while walking to him. I was just so out of it, stressed, and tired.
He was already crying. This is not how a birthday is supposed to be spent.
"I'm s-sorry you have to deal with all of this for your birthday dad." I cried in his arms.
"I'm just glad your okay pumpkin." He mumbled.
I broke the hug and walked to the room where I was staying, leaving everyone in the living room.
When I walked in the room, i bursted out crying. I just let it all out. I was holding in too much and there was no way I could keep those emotions in any longer.
I walked to my bathroom. I looked in the mirror.
"Why can't I just disappear? Why can't I just run away from all my problems? Why is life so fucking hard!" I yelled as tears rolled down my eyes.
Life was turning into a non negotiable. I needed to let go.
I opened the bathroom mirror and found a razor.
"Things will be okay now." I whispered with a smile and a tear rolling off of my cheek.
"...things will be okay..."
I sat in the tub and took off my clothes. I turned the water on and put it at a cool temperature.
The door was locked and I was alone.
As the tub filled up with water, I decided it was a good time to start.
Cut after cut, I sliced my arms, penetrating deeper into my arm. The pain was horrific but at the same time felt good.. A feeling of relief almost.
The tub became red and my body began to shiver.
Each cut was the pain I held in for so long. I was finally letting it out.
The pain started to become severe. My arms were cut up and there was even a piece of my skin coming off.
I laid my head back and felt blood flowing out of them.
This was it. I was going to finally get away from all of the pain,sorrow, and fear.
As my vision began to blur, I thought of Ricky. With the blood on my fingers I managed to write one last thing on the wall.
" I'll never stop loving you Ricky"
