Somewhere In Neverland

Six.

Arabella's P.O.V.

I slowly wake up, groaning and feeling my arm throbbing with pain. Where am i? Oh god, please don't tell me they found me and sent me home. I hear Spongebob playing on a TV. I slowly open my eyes and see two people next to me. One sitting, one kneeling, both staring at me quizzically. I jump up, anxiety and panic rising in me. I start trembling and shaking and tears start coming that I just could not hold back. Who the fuck are these people? Why am I here? What the fuck is going on? My head filled with a million questions before I feel four arms wrap around my body.

"Princesses don't cry," I hear the skunk-haired boy say to my left. I remember someone saying that before I blacked out, and it sounded just like him, I think to myself. Shit, I need to get home. Before it's too dark and so I don't run into Jordan. I stand up, not saying anything and run towards the front door, but stopping for a few moments to see the boy from my class staring at me, intensely. "Where you going?" He murmurs, his golden-brown eyes never leaving mine. I don't say anything, just turn and start jogging towards the door. "Hey!" I hear them scream at the same time and then I hear someone getting up quickly off the couch. I reach the front door and tear it open, only to be greeted by two more boys about my age, walking in with pizza.

What the fuck! I scream in my head. "Oh, hello there, you're up," says one with almost a bald head. I step back, tripping over the rug and almost falling before someone catches me. I look up to see the boy with the skunk hair. "Relax, Arabella," he says quietly and calmly. "How do you know my name?" I snap, jumping up. He backs off, hands in the air like he surrendered.

"You're in two of my classes," I hear someone say and I turn to my left to see the boy from my class. I look at all 4 of them cautiously. "This is Jack, Rian and Zack" the boy says to me, pointing at each person in the room. "And I'm Alex." He says, finishing. "A-a-Arabella." I stutter, just wanting to go home. He smiles, warmly but I stay put where I am.

"I'll drive her home," Jack says, grabbing keys out of his pocket. The other 3 walk into the kitchen and I walk out into the driveway with Jack, slipping into the passenger seat. He starts the car and I tell him where to go. "What's up with what happened with that guy today?" He asks, just trying to make conversation. "Nothing. He's just Jordan. Always has been like that," I murmur, laying my head against the window. He just nods, as if he already knows. "This is it, on the right." I say, "Thank-" I pause, seeing suitcases packed in a neat pile outside on the lawn.

"You moving or something?" Jack asks. I shake my head no. "Well, I guess I'll just wait here?" He questions. "No, you can go. Thank you." I say quickly, jumping out of the car. He drives away slowly, turning up his music. I slowly walk up to the suitcases and find a note taped to the top of one.

Arabella Elizabeth Jaymeson;

Your school called to inform me that you did not attend your last 3 classes of the day. They also called to inform me that they saw you leaving with a group of boys. I tolerated you when your father left us, just me and you. I gave you everything a little girl needed and this is how you repay me? By sleeping around? I called Taylor's mother, and Taylor said that you and Jordan were sneaking around during lunch. When did my daughter become such a whore? Oh, I'm sorry, you're not my daughter anymore Arabella. I've nicely packed all of your belongings, changed the locks on the doors and windows. Don't come around here anymore Arabella, I'm done dealing with the pain of having to raise a child who is not right in her mind. You're too messed up for me, your own mother. Goodbye, don't return. I don't tolerate whores in my house.

Lydia Jaymeson

My eyes stung with tears. Why would she call Taylor's mom? Fuck. Taylor fucked everything up. I quickly wipe my eyes and grab the three small suitcases on the lawn and start walking. I had no idea where I was going to go, I was just going. I'd been walking for what seemed like hours before I finally collapsed at a small park. It was one my dad had taken me to when he was still around. Before he decided to take his happy ass away from my mother, not bothering to bring me along. I sit there, not knowing what to do and my mind spinning with ideas. I feel the urge to cut, my veins pulsing.

One cut, Arabella. Just one. It'll help you feel better. Don't worry. No one's around. I listen to the little voice in my head and reach in bag, grabbing my little friend. I sliced, once. Deep. Down the river, across the bridge Arabella. Come on now, you know this already, dumbass the little voice says. I go down the river once more, deeper seeing blood come out and start dripping. I cross the bridge, twice, even deeper. I was lightheaded and everything was spinning. I laid myself on the ground, closing my eyes.

Please, just let me die today. I don't want to live anymore. I've given up.

I black out, a smile plastered on my lips, greeting death.